If it was even possible, Freya and Briar would soon catch sight of someone that looked even more lost than they were at the moment; he was a fairly handsome young man despite having half of his face covered with hair, quite well-dressed (possibly a little over-the-top, even for someone well-to-do), with a closed journal in one hand and a briefcase in the other. He was wandering straight towards them, visible eye bright and alert as he peered at the buildings and gate that surrounded them.

He'd been looking around for a little while now, (Kyon-boy, whatever had become of him, had been wholly forgotten) almost like a tourist in the way he was studying the buildings. Still, his movements had a purpose, even if he didn't yet realize he had a map to help with it--surely if he was here, he must know this place? Maybe even be from it? So it stood to reason that all he had to do was find a familiar landmark to get his bearings, and perhaps he wouldn't be quite so lost. Such a shame that nothing at all looked familiar....