Fitz starts his work early in the mornings in the garden area around the arts centre, and when he cannot sleep, he sometimes gets up early and walks.
It can be surprisingly peaceful in Aifaran at night, and he haunts the occasional 'cafeteria' to obtain drink or food when he requires it. He has a small bag of not-quite-tulip bulbs in his hand, idly tossing it up and down, up and down, as he strolls into this one. Perhaps there will be something he can eat -
Or a man who looks somewhat stressed.
"Is all well?" Fitz enquires as he eyes the choices from the vending machine. He continues tossing the bulbs up and down, up and down.
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Fitz starts his work early in the mornings in the garden area around the arts centre, and when he cannot sleep, he sometimes gets up early and walks.
It can be surprisingly peaceful in Aifaran at night, and he haunts the occasional 'cafeteria' to obtain drink or food when he requires it. He has a small bag of not-quite-tulip bulbs in his hand, idly tossing it up and down, up and down, as he strolls into this one. Perhaps there will be something he can eat -
Or a man who looks somewhat stressed.
"Is all well?" Fitz enquires as he eyes the choices from the vending machine. He continues tossing the bulbs up and down, up and down.