Again, what the hell? The quill on your hat isn't sentient.
You peek over the stairs and examine the stranger.
He's a well-built man with orange hair and orange fox ears on his head. He has a cross scar on his cheek. He has standard issue monk robes on him, a simple glaive and, apparently, a fox tail. You wonder what's the deal with him, you don't even know if he's noble or evil.
"Nice flying gauntlets. Come on, I know you're peeking over the stairs. I won't kill you."
Yeah, that's good you guess. Approach this mysterious foxman?
you will never know where you will pop in