[Well, if she's looking for a fight, she'll find some entertainment soon enough.

There's a dreamself wandering around and acting lost, but he looks like he's been in a fight or two--there's old purple blood on his yellow clothes, and he's obviously worn out. Not a dreamself that's just woke up and only been in the relatively peaceful golden city, that's for sure.

He doesn't make a single sound no matter what happens, even when a Prospitian tumbles into him. Perhaps to his credit he does set the little carapace back on her feet, if a bit clumsily.

He hasn't noticed the other troll yet, but that will come soon enough.]