The man walked towards the Lamplighter Hall with a determined step. His cloak was bound up tightly around his shoulders, to ward off the cold wind, his hood pulled up over his head. He moved through the crowds swiftly and heedlessly--they parted for him, sometimes seeming to react on almost instinctive level to his sense of purpose. He reached the door and knocked.
Grunewald opened it. "Nathan. Good to see you."
"You're a bastard, Grunewald," said his fellow. "Do you realize that?"
"I've entertained the possibility, yes," said the Lamplighter as he let his fellow into the Hall.