[@ineffable]
The young girls eyes open wide in shock as she begins to nervously chew on her nails. [color=goldenrod]"Ah ok, ha ha."[/color] As she responds she begins nervously fidgeting and slowly moving away. With a half hearted fake smile she now looked at this woman as though she carried an infectious disease, as though simply being in her vicinity could put others in danger. 
She acted as though breathing even breathing the same air as her meant ill fortune. 

As she backed away she nervously uttered a soft sweet sing-song rhyme to the mysterious rhythm of the tavern. 

[i][color=goldenrod]"Confess your sins to a man of hay
[indent]man of hay, man of hay"[/indent]
Sing and dance with him for the day, your
[indent]man of hay, man of hay"[/indent]
When night falls don't delay. The
[indent]man of hay, man of hay"[/indent]
In the fire he must lay, your
[indent]man of hay, man of hay"[/indent]
Made from straw and lies, he can't stay, 
[indent]man of hay, man of hay"[/indent]
Or else instead the shadows take you away, 
In the form of a...
[indent]man of hay, man of hay"[/indent]
[/color][/i]

Her voice was of an innocent yet eerie pitch, the words echoing of the walls as if the very tavern sung along too.

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After every new patron entered into the tavern, the brief glimpse of their past quickly vanished behind the swaying swing of the heavy wooden door. In a flash, that blink of the door, the world outside would always return to the rolling green hills and fading night sky illuminated by a yonder bonfire, that the little girl had come from.
Any regular patron would understand that this was far from a regular occurrence. This was defiantly not normal.