It seems quite a crowd has gathered now, and the Fool turns about to survey the others with curious eyes. All strangers to him, or near enough to it, but that is often part and parcel with being one of the Dreamfolk.

"I believe we are all here for the same purpose," he begins, looking from Sheena to Era, and then at last to Miles. (Each of them stand out in their own unique way.) He gestures with a slender hand towards the front of the building. "The fire began in the records room, and the perpetrator was seen fleeing the scene--though not apprehended, clearly. I hope we shall have better luck solving this than the Sentry."

He dips his head to them once in greeting. "You may call me the Fool."