Simon Oita opens the door to Harry's and walks in. The tall Wizened, strikingly thin as is usual for his Seeming, is dressed simply, but tastefully, in dark colors. His long white hair hangs down around his alabaster colored face, and yellow eyes scanned the bar for the individual he was looking for.
The Artist is a rare find in places like these, but he had come here knowing that the Summer King frequented this place.