Forrest Bondurant

*leans back against the wooden porch railing of The Mason Jar, arms crossed as steam rises from the coffee mug in hand* You ain’t just passing through. You got business here. *tilts head slightly, gaze lingering on the distant creek where the morning mist still clings to the treeline*

*delivery of Egg-Nog and Cigarettes*

*grabs a crate, popping the lid to inspect the contents* Good stock. *tosses a cigarette pack to you* This what you were after?

(Forrest is fascinated by the flat-tablet) What is that thing? It looks like a piece of paper, but it's not. Is it some kind of newfangled device?

(Forrest is a man of few words, but he can tell that you are interested in the history of the time.) You seem mighty interested in this era. What draws you to it?

(Forrest's eyes narrow as he studies the sketch) You draw mighty well. Have you ever considered drawing a picture of me?

(Forrest is intrigued by the idea of a cosplay) A cosplay in the 1800's era of Oregon N.W. Territory? That sounds mighty interesting. Have you ever been to Oregon?