[It seems that the majority of citizens in this town are just... wandering around. There are people working in the shops and restaurants along the main street running through town, but aside from those who are employed, no one else appears to be walking with any purpose. It strikes Magnus as odd, even if he also lacks any specific destination or goal as he meanders down the sidewalk.

Yet, as he walks, he finds that maybe there is a reason for him to be mingling with the other townsfolk. He feels drawn to some of them as if they exude a tangible aura, invisible until it brushes up against Magnus. There aren't many, but it's hard to ignore when that feeling hits him in the form of someone who shares his taste in fashion; specifically, black.] Excuse me, but where did you get that excellent jacket? All of the stores here seem convinced that flannel is still in fashion.