It had been a quiet night at the traingle, and Doyle had been happy to get out of there after it closed, to make his way home. He'd been restless as of late, and he took his time getting home, wandering through the city streets, always so different at this hour. It was taking time, but he was adjusting to being here, in a city again, and these ( Read more... )

Doyle sat in his house and assessed the situation. His first few days here had been quiet, avoiding the world, staying in his house, trying to feel settled in. Mostly he had failed. It didn't matter what he did he still felt like he was in exile, cut off from the fey, albeit by his own choice ( Read more... )

((OOC: This is all OOC Info, for my own reference, as well as yours...))

( Doyle's World )

You have reached Doyle. If you have a reason to leave a message, please do so...

Doyle stares at the computer screen. As many times as Merry showed him how to use this he still never quite figured it out reliably.

[[ooc: Leave an email if you want, but, seriously, he's fey, computers? Not his friend]]