The ol' Captain Kharn takes a pause as he passes by the tavern, his eye caught on the new piece of decoration. Making some remark to himself, he'd approach.
"Y'know, I aint one for making wishes, o' magic box. But I've seen crazier things before."
He withdrew a piece of convenient parchment and begun to scrawl down something that he at least himself had always wondered but found fairly ludicrous.
"Magic Box, I've always assumed it has been my hat that has kept me around all these years, so I'd like to wish that should this hat ever be lost to me through wear, tear or a fading mind, it return upon my head sometime after. Thanks, Kharn."
The parchment was then offered into the small opening, curious to see what would happen next.