Ichabod entered cautiously, and upon noting two figures in the room he straightened his coat and entered in time to hear his name mentioned. "That would be me," he said as he approached the table, noting the names and the items; a puzzle? This was beginning to seem more like one of the sort of lotteries in tales, where they chose the maid by lots to sacrifice for whatever reason seemed fitting at the time.
Not a pleasant thought.
He was about to speak again when he noticed that the occupants were two men and one... not human, yet he was attired in very old garb (as though he could speak of such things). Instead he offered a quick nod and looked to the puzzle on the table. "This is not what I was expecting. Is it the same for you?"