After a not-so stunning entrance earlier through the Vanaheim gate, Xaldin had taken to walking and observing. It would have been easier, had the weather been more agreeable and more people been awake and about. Very few were. It had been the deep of night, a very cold one at that, and so very few nightowls went from place to place. Most windows had been dark. Most buildings had been quiet. Well, this was certainly worth abandoning earlier commitments. He had hoped for a little more excitement, especially after the things he'd seen before. Perhaps excitement didn't happen in the dead of night.

So he'd walked through the miserable weather, preferring not to take the train. So much could be missed on that vehicle. Besides, he didn't want to become soft and lazy. He'd always trust his two feet before anything that loud and ratchety.

Then there was music, muffled but coming from an establishment that should have gone dark hours ago with the rest of them. Xaldin plucked his electronic journal from the folds of his cloak to see what building it was. Ah. Only the Haja o Que Houver. It wasn't worth his time.

...But that was. As he replaced the journal, he noticed someone taking shelter under a nearby tree. It was a wise move, considering how cold and nasty the weather was. Maybe when the sun came up, it'd warm everything, but even that was unlikely. Not during this phase. The best thing to do would be to obtain a hotel room. But that could wait.

This someone wasn't a native, and he had a particularly interesting aura. It was time for some further investigation...time for being social. Joy. Xaldin crossed the space between himself and the tree, stopping under its branches on the opposite side as the non-native. And now, as he leaned against the tree trunk, idle banter. "What are you doing out this time of night, sir? You'll likely catch cold unless you find somewhere drier to stay." He tried to sound concerned, but his tone came off just a little flat.