The shounen in question might be nearby, but the questioning also attracts the attention of a nearby stranger instead. Celehar has come to the meeting in his full black robes, thanks to the choice of location, though his braid remains pinned up off of his neck, offset by the long elfin ears.

"Your pardon," he says, turning to face a... another young man? Or perhaps not, but at this point he's so used to assuming that many of the others here will be younger than him. He certainly looks like a weathered adult - not yet old, but certainly weary.

"It is a means of sharing information, mostly. Have you spoken to the Ferryman?"