A man of the cloth

Greetings, friends. The name's Chapel. I didn't really appreciate the whole waking up naked in goo thing, but we're all friends here--let's just let bygones be bygones.

This is an interesting little place you've got here. A huge tree in a glass sphere--that's pretty novel! It's missing a few things, though. Like convenient places to buy cigarettes, and directions to the nearest bar. If anyone can provide them, I'd be mighty grateful.

For the moment, I'll just be wandering around and getting familiar with the place. Feel free to stop and say hello if you see a guy walking around with day-old stubble.

Oh, yeah, that reminds me. A razor would be nice too.