Who: Wrath and criminals/neutral parties
Where: A field of flowers in Espoir
Style: Your choice ^^
Status: Closed except for people indicated above
The old man, after ascertaining that there were no hostile individuals in the area, emerged from the forest and into a field
teeming with flowers. As he was walking he stopped and magnified a
cluster of them with his Eye. He lingered in the detail of each petal, intricately formed and brimming with its own life energy--details which once were irrelevant to him on his world. Distracted from wherever he was going, he sat down in the bed of flowers and took in the sight and soft, calming scent of the colors and whispering breeze. If anyone were to enter the field, they would see him sitting idle in the plants.