The lunite is standing near the entrance to the mouth leading outdoors to Plaindid Street, dressed in the robes of his organisation he looks somewhat out-of-place, yet at ease. He simply watches the quiet bustle, with the look of watching out for someone. The watcher follows the regal-looking lunite's entrance with a note of surprise. Almost immediately his eyes focus in on the man and with a nod to himself makes after the gentleman and the elderly-looking timonae.