As the members of the Court of Wrath continue their conversation, the door to The Forge opens as an old face enters looking more than a little sheepish. He wears a San Jose Sharks shirt over his heavy frame and his blonde hair appears to have turned more gray in the last year or so. Still, the crisp ice that comprise his blue eyes are present as is the subtle steam that rises from his head. Over his shoulder is a large duffel bag and he carries a hockey stick. A few of the more settled Summers present would recognise him and especially remember the mark etched on his chest.
Duncan looks across the gathered bunch. "Sorry I'm late. Had to pick the kid up from practice. Have I missed much?"
Duncan: Elemental, Snowskin, Mantle (Summer) 2