Aesop casually walked outside of the Crone Temple. He had slept and hunted in the outlining area waiting for someone to take notice. He wore dirty fatigues, and a faded Michael Jackson tee shirt that looks old enough to have been made in the 80's. He was unshaven and wily, his eyes were blue despite the dark hair, he seemed to hail from a race of people that no longer existed. When he reached a reasonable distance, he sat on the curb giving this yet another try waiting for anyone higher up to acknowledge him.