[ while the sides of his long, green vest aren't buttoned up - and certainly not the front - it still stays on his figure just fine, draped on his shoulders as he walks through on familiar boots instead of stupid flats. one hand is holding onto his satchel strap absently, while the other is under the vest and behind his back, gripping the handle of a battle axe that's latched into a loop in his belt in the back. like he's ready to yank it out, just in case. ]

Maybe if there was anyone to have open arms... place is just us and rats. [ sighing through his nose after saying that ] Besides the goat..? Hm, I think...

Yeah, looks like there's some runes over here?