The hall doors swung open in a blast of chilly wind. Unseasonably dead leaves twisted uncomfortably in the frigid gust. The source of the wind was unidentifiable as anything other than a fluke of nature, but standing in the doorway stood a shadow-clad figure. Its form was draped in cloaks, with twigs and leaves clinging to the tatters. A whirlwind of leaves spun bout the presence, and as quickly as it began, it subsided. The hooded figure stepped forth into the light of Heroica Hall, and it drew back the cloth above its head, revealing a crude cold iron mask. Sylph Solanum had returned to the hall.
Without looking, it seemed, Sylph wandered over to the signups, nd scrawled his name on the recruitment parchment for Quest 134.