An old man walks down the stairs from the room he is staying in for the time being. His comfortable cloak warped around him and his hood up. He is carrying his staff and a leather bound book, rather thick and ornate. Taking a seat in a far corner to have some time alone but able to watch the room as people walk around and live their own day.
Speaking to himself the old man says "I am in wonder of what sort of people are around this day........ let us see."
With a wave of his hand a small rune glows for less than a second upon the cover of the tome and then the old man pulls back hs hood and eyes the people n the room with him.



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