[color=tan][h2][center]Soren Gale[/center][/h2][/color]
	Soren couldn't help but shake his head at Ash.  He was relatively new here, that much couldn't be helped until he had experience, and the man knew that first hand.  [color=tan]"Things never happen at night.  Well, aside from Stormy.  You'll know her when you meet her."[/color]  Choosing to leave Stormy an enigma, the man finished off his breakfast and downed the last of his water, then stood and picked up his dishes.  [color=tan]"I'll be back in a minute."[/color]  He brought the cutlery over to a sort of collection bin and dropped it inside, then made a detour over to the table where Gustav and Kit sat.

	He stopped briefly and leaned over the end of the table, talking with his head down.  [color=tan]"Smoke break at 10, gents."[/color]  If he remembered correctly, all the inmates had gotten together one day to create a whole host of phrases to specify meeting places within the asylum.  'Smoke' had been among the simpler ones thought up.  

	Flashing them both a smile, Soren continued on his way back to his table.  He sat back down just as Ash said something about having friends in strange places.  Decidedly staying silent, the man remained so until the blind man beside him stopped talking.  He dropped his voice to a low tone, bringing the two with him close.  [color=tan]"Well, I wouldn't call myself the leader here.  More of a... manager, kind of thing.  But I've been here my whole life, and I have the connections that can free us."[/color]  He sat forward and rested his elbows on the table before them, smirking slightly.  [color=tan]"I'm usually in the common room if you need to find me for anything."[/color]  He closed his mouth and sat, content for the moment.