Sion Astal

*here, have an image of a young man with long, silver hair and an outfit that's most definitely not suited to any kind of journey appear on the screen*

Ah, hello. I'm afraid I'm not quite sure how I came to be here- wherever "here" is- but if there's anything anyone could tell me, I'd certainly be glad to hear it. In particular, if anyone could direct me to the nearest place I could acquire more than just one change of clothes. Not that I don't appreciate being given one, but...

*doesn't bother elaborating beyond that; his ridiculously long, silken robes probably speak for themselves just fine. seems about to leave it at that, when something seems to prod him and there's a soft but stern "absol!" from just out of sight of the screen*

Ah, yes, something rather warmer would probably be for the best, as well.

*the following "...sol." possibly sounds less than satisfied, but by then Sion's already turning off the broadcast*