Over the last few days, people at a certain soup kitchen in one of the less pretty neighborhoods of Sacramento may have seen a new man be oriented and start working in the kitchen, scrubbing pots and pans or cooking the meals.
He doesn't look very remarkable, but whenever he cooks, the soup seems...better, somehow. Tastier. Richer. Fuller. Some of the other volunteers may have seen this man bring in his own donations when cooking-ingredients from a high-end spice rack, or some vegetables that are way fresher than the shelter's normal fare. If asked about this, the new volunteer laughs and says that an artist must have the proper ingredients.
You might of seen him at the Firehouse restaurant, walking into the service door. If you had any seafood dishes, chances are he was involved in the preparation and cooking, although when you say "my compliments to the chef", it's probably his supervisor who ends up receiving the praise from the waiter. He doesn't care, though-he knows his cooking his good, and he enjoys what he does very much.
Overall, he seems like a very nice man. But for those who can see Changelings, his mouth full of sharp, sharklike teeth, his pure black right eye, and the baleful fires burning behind his glass left eye are disconcerting to say the least.