A cold wind blew in with him, a street in Toronto now missing one hot-blooded wizard. If you asked
Seph, he'd say that it probably wouldn't miss him but no one did and that was probably for the best.
The main bar got a glance, mostly to see if anything had changed since the last time he'd been here (it hadn't), and then he was walking out, strolling leisurely. There were changes out here, it seemed, and more than a few of them. The building he could see in the distance, the familiar roof of the Legends, gave him a flutter of deja vu, but he was content to wander for the moment and see what there was to see.
[open, tag him where you like, etc.]