A young man in nomad-like garb enters quietly, his head turning slightly in a motion that would allow him to scan the room quickly and efficiently. Though nomadic at first glance, his clothing bears a few hints here and there of things done "wrong", as often seen among city-folk playing dress-up. He glides over to the table and pauses with a slight nod to Jhonen. "Good evening," he offers softly, "I was given to understand there is to be a party?" The young man's eyes twinkle a bit in the reflected light, though his face remains largely in shadow under the heavy canvas of his hood. |