[Fox]

There were always new people, he considered. New people who were walking in and walking out. Old people doing the same ~ all part and parcel of the circle that was life and death, and to be greeted with the same warmth as both.

However, this one had an.. air to him. He looked interesting. Interesting could be very good or very bad, and he wasn't entirely sure which one it was. But still, the man who was watching Seth as he read the parchment on the noticeboard decided that it was time to speak to him.

"Hello and welcome to the Ranger Hall" he said. The man in question was softly spoken, his voice calm and almost lilting in pitch and tone. Assuming that Seth turned around when he was spoken to he saw a human man standing there, middle aged as humans went and with gray hair which was thinning at the temples. His skin was the wrinkled and aged skin of someone who has spent a long time outside and working and Seth may notice that the man in front of him wore no shoes at all. Although his soft brown trousers and pale brown shirt seemed to be old enough that they were comfortable, both were clean and well cared for. A stitch here and there was more than many would accept, but these clothes were well looked after.

His soft tones were matched by his demeanour. He seemed relaxed and friendly and when Seth and he locked gazes, even for a moment, Seth saw a calmness in the man's eyes that was almost... elven.

"Do you need help this brightening or would you rather be left alone?" he asked. He didn't seem to mind either way, as long as he had asked.