...it's over now.
[Ah, the blessings of being able to shut your mouth. If you wanted to find him, he's out on the town, looking for...things. Strategic locations. He stops at a bench after awhile, journal open beside him. There's some thinking noises for a second, and...]
[Excella]
Haven't heard from you in awhile.
[/Excella]
[Now he'll just sit there for a bit, thinking things over.]