*An unfamiliar man (to most) has checked into the Dancing Moon Theater, room number 2. He keeps to himself, mostly, drinks only the pricey stuff most never touch, and spends most of the days wandering along the river. He wears slightly more make-up than would ever befit any man and a strong perfume. His hair is a ridiculous perm, but he looks like a capable fighter, and always wears his mithral full plate mail adorned with pricey gems.*