open to: anyone! łukaz is in his cabin.
Łukaz, as always, never noticed when someone entered his space. His nose always stuck in a book or some other business that stole his focus, it was perhaps the one thing that gave away his true age. When someone jokingly referred to him as an 'old man,' well... he took it personally.
(What was wrong with being old? Mature? Erudite?!)
But his aloofness could not be mistaken for lack of caring, because he truly did want to be of service to both his fellow counselors as well as the campers he considered his students. He possessed knowledge; he wanted to pass it along. Every day could have been his last, even after so many years of prolonged youth. The next generation needed to be educated.
But finally, a rustling alerted him to a visitor's presence. "Oh—?" he murmurs to himself, turning to face the other. "Apologies, I was just... nothing, don't worry about it. Is there something I can help you with?"
