*skulks in a dark corner of the park, with only his lit cigarette giving away his location*

*waits for Kulinaiel to appear after the little incident at the pub*

*decides that today, like all days, should be spent in the pursuit of getting drunk*

*heads off to the pub*

*swaggers back home, feeling pretty damn smug about himself*

*wanders around the house, grinning*

*finds himself pretty damn eager to see Kulinaiel again*

*slinks off towards the temple and hides behind the withered remains of some kind of nightmarish thorned bush after dark, wondering which window might be hers*

*ventures out into the great expanse of Tirion's city centre to see what chaos and entertainment he can derive out of it all*

*wakes up that morning feeling... odd*

*sits up and senses something's wrong*

*looks down and stares at himself in horror*

Well. About fucking time.

*gets up, slings a towel around his waist and wanders around looking for some clothes to swipe*

*runs off to the park with his crossbow*

*proceeds to try and put a dent in the local rabbit population*

*is out in the park and spots Gwindor making a break for it from Yavanna and Irmo's company*

*wanders around after him, hoping to derive some entertainment from the lunatic AND useful info to relay back to Finduilas*

*sets to work in the forge, intent on making a bracelet to match the necklace he gave Kulinaiel a couple days ago*

*concentrates hard, brow furrowed as he works out his intricate design into the metal*

*skips off to the park, feeling chuffed about having met his older brother but still a little worried about his father*

*decides there's nothing like trying to rip off tourists for cold hard cash than can then be turned into a mountain of candy*

*sets up his adorable lemonade stand-esque ad-hoc jewelry stall and waits*