Muiren is, currently, taking up the better part of a very small living area, seated on a couch made for trolls a quarter of his size. Which isn't to say much for his own size (truly, not so large compared to many others of his caste), so much as the small stature of the young man he's currently keeping company.

The hive in which he sits is one of those compact cabin homes, with everything within practical reach, decorated abundantly with dried flowers, herbs, charms made of bone and wire, and so many small ceramic bowls, cups, teapots, and other such things, one could mistake it as Muiren's own home if not for the fact that he doesn't seem to fit in it.

The young man it belongs to--a slender orange blood with large, sad eyes, unruly pale grey hair, and a number of bandages up and down his arms--stands over the counter, chattering happily away as he prepares tea for them both. Muiren watches him with open fondness, smiling when he replies.

> Muiren is, shockingly, in attendance, though clearly not to his own benefit. His ball attire is elegant, but understated for a man of his caste and size; his signature cloak having been replaced with one similarly cut but made of more exquisite fabrics and patterns.

> He's being social enough to speak when approached, but it's obvious he's uncomfortable around so many people and wary of anyone who might recognize him.

Ah. Well the military was a little different back in my... hay day. Less space faring more on world action. The various Churches of the Messiahs', such as they were, were much more involved in military and political affairs.

I was a Reverend in one such church, and served my post as a general in the military. The last bit has to do with my voodoos, which allow me to raise the dead, to an extent. They weren't alive, mind. Just grotesque puppets. A whole army's worth even.

[ ] Spend the night in a haunted building [X] Go into a burning/collapsing building to save someone [X] Take a shortcut through a dark alleyway [X] Stay calm with a weapon pointed at them [X] Be confident defending themselves from an attack [ ] Touch a dangerous exotic animal (Not afraid, just doesn't like interfering with wildlife. [X] Take someone else’s punishment to protect them [X] Travel to an unknown place by themselves [X] Spend a night in the woods alone [ ] Witness (or join) a seance [ ] Play a scary video game in the dark alone (he's like a billion years old he doesn't play video games) [X] Explore a pitch black catacomb with only one light [ ] Contact the spirit of someone they once knew [X] Spend the night in a cemetery [X] Sit in a room with one hundred creepy dolls [X] Hang their feet over the edge of a tall building [ ] Swim in dark, murky waters without being able to touch the bottom (he cant swim actually) [X] Use or accept a powerful magic spell [X] Be covered in spiders, snakes, or other insects [X] Go looking for the source of a mysterious sound late at night [X] Spend an hour sealed up in a coffin [ ] Go sailing miles from shore without any communication [ ] Use a Ouija board [ ] Go diving in a dark, underwater cave [X] Climb through a long tunnel just big enough to fit through [X] Explore a spot where cult rituals were performed [X] Go walking late at night, alone [X] Spend the night in a home where someone was murdered [ ] Go surfing on the Dark Web [ ] Play an urban legend game (bloody mary, the midnight man, etc…) [X] Stay home alone with a suspected killer on the loose [X] Climb a dangerous mountain where many others have died on their way to the top [X] Explore ancient ruins where strange things have happened [X] Touch a supposedly cursed object [X] Check out a creepy cellar or attic [X] Cross an unstable bridge over a huge drop [X] Pick up a hitchhiker in the middle of the night

> Muiren is seated on a blanket, a simple handmade thing, grey with thin strips of color spaced across it in a hatch. He fumbles absently with the fraying hem on one side, running the clumps of loose threads through his fingers; the simple act a minor betrayal of his anxiety, his relaxed posture a facade. He is, simply put, nervous.

> There is a small tray table on the blanket in front of him, laid with a delicate tea set (black with silver and purple flowers etched into the sides, chosen specifically for its owner to use during his visits), and mostly untouched sandwiches. The tea has long since cooled since they've set it out.

> He's watching his companion closely as they talk, looking for signs of discomfort, or that it's time to go inside. It isn't as if he doesn't like to be outside, of course, it was his idea to have the picnic, but Muiren does worry, as he always does, that he would put himself out to make someone else happy. Eating outside wouldn't exactly be a germaphobe's favorite activity.

> But the garden they're sitting in is beautiful, and the evening air is pleasant, and he can't help but wonder at his luck as he listens to his dear friend talk, watching him rub his thumb over the slender fingers of his other hand.

> He twists his own fingers in the fraying hem and thinks about how they might feel entwined with his own, and says nothing.

Ah, I will assume you are referring to Orfuse's arrival in Thanat's home.

I hesitate to call it overdue, as the man was well within his rights to take as much time as he needed away from Thanat, but I'm pleased this finally came to pass. And I will be giving them plenty of space to work out whatever needs to be worked out, I imagine Orfuse has some things he needs to get off his chest and I dread to overhear any of it by mistake.