The nights in Vesuvia were quiet. Julian liked that, it left him alone with his thoughts.

The pale, gangly man sat on the docks, legs dropped over the edge of the wooden dock as he stared out at the lights of Vesuvia itself, and the palace. His gaze wary, he turned his head at the smallest of noises. Was someone there? Is someone watching him? He narrowed his eye warily, looking around again and speaking up after a moment.

"Hello?" He called out, waiting for an answer.