Daniella Sage Tiffany
Nathanial moved with a deliberate pace as he entered the Avalon. He wore black dress pants with a matching waistcoat over a white dinner shirt, adorned with a white silk cravat. Unsure of exactly where within the Avalon he was supposed to meet with the Bailiff Sage, Nathan idled around the ground level. His expression as he observed the Kine at play was not entirely dissimilar to an adult watching children in a play-pen. Subtle amusement painted atop the distinct undercoat of contempt.