One of these days he should check out the Free Council area, but today wasn't going to be that day. When Strix entered through the Circle's main entrance, he saw a few others already there and thought it a far better idea to join them.
Strix wasn't wearing anything particular out of his norm: Blue denim jeans with a washed out look and a few signs that it was beginning to tear here and there along the legs, though still very presentable he thought, with a black tee with the image of a horse on the front.
Casual, as usual. He was glad that formal meetings didn't happen all too often, so he didn't need to put on a suit and actually make himself look presentable.
Getting close enough, he heard a few tidbits of what was said, which had him frown. "What surgical tubes?" Then Strix saw them, brows furrowing even more. "Oh, there they are." It did beg the question what Star would need them for, a question that he had caught at the end from Truce, so it didn't need any repeating.