[Recently, a man with a shaved head, saving a lock on top of his scalp, has been spending considerable amount of time at the Seeker Hall. He mulls over cups of beer that he drinks down resentfully, and is, most of the time, watching Ivlysar's paintings hung about the Hall. He often murmers to himself in an accent, sometimes speaking loudly, saying things about leaves and grass, about evil cave gods and a way out.]

Ruby becomes more and more curious of this man everytime she passes through the hall. "Time to talk to him?" she thinks.

((send me a tell when we're both next IG - see if we can rp something ;) ))