Bounty on your head

ADAM it's not a cry for help, it's just a cry for connection. Adam had been in plenty of jails in his life and as they went, this one was not so bad. There was a bed, food, fresh air...really, it was more like a holiday home. While he still very much intended to leave one day he did not mind camping for a time here. He had not expected guests, though. Adam was laid out staring up at the sky when he saw a scuffle up top, Coffee acting as his extra eyes told him it was the woman from the bakery. This surprised him as she had not seemed the 'adventuring into the Fae village' type, had seemed content in her shop with her bread and recipes. As she floated down much like he had he scooted to the side and casually waited for her, arms behind his head. He...didn't remember her having weird bird eyes before, but chose not to mention it for the moment. "Hey. We gotta stop meeting like this, people might talk." He grinned, pushing himself up onto his elbows. i'd trade my life and health, to make people pay attention. I'd sacrifice myself for the sake of entertainment.