How I got here is, there is a man in town whose name is Josephus, like he's a character out of the bible. He's short and dirty and wears lots of dark green clothing. A while ago, he made a pair of pants which he wears every day. His pants are a nicely raked pile of leaves. I don't know why he doesn't just make a new pair of pants.
Nobody knows what the holes are for.
He's also got a wire thin mustache. People say he's had it his whole life, since he was a little kid. I believe them. It's the sort of mustache that contains hairs that took years upon years of careful maintenance to grow to the length that they are now, which is not very long. Josephus strokes his mustache constantly with his dirty-nailed fingers.