A covered wagon, simple in it's look, moved along the streets upon the gentle motion drawn by the pair of clydesdale horses. Large and beautiful in their bulk, the horses easily drew the wagon up outside The Shambles Clinic. A man of no more then five foot five inches, if that, stepped downward after tying of the reins. A confident stride to the simple man as he moved for the front entrance and pushed inside to find a receptionist or someone to speak with. Smoothing out his small mustache before the man of possibly forty something looked left, then right. Removing his hat respectfully before speaking.
"Excuse me? Um.. Excuse me? I have some blankets, sheets and towels donated outside. I'd like to bring them in, if someone could show me where they'd like them to be placed? I also have a verbal letter I am to give to a managing staff member if one is about to speak with perhaps?"
Higgens, shifted the black hat with in his hands gently. His suit, amazingly clean even with sitting behind a pair of horses upon his wagon trek from outside the city.
"Excuse me? Um.. Excuse me? I have some blankets, sheets and towels donated outside. I'd like to bring them in, if someone could show me where they'd like them to be placed? I also have a verbal letter I am to give to a managing staff member if one is about to speak with perhaps?"
Higgens, shifted the black hat with in his hands gently. His suit, amazingly clean even with sitting behind a pair of horses upon his wagon trek from outside the city.