Most people had learned to tune out Aster's endless chatter, as he was quite the eccentric yapper. Not to mention how he used words like "hokum", "ascertain" and "rigorous." Aster often found himself dwelling on the possibility that people may find him annoying. The astronomer frowned under the shadow of his hood, his arms crossed over his chest.

Though, there were some folk who didn't seem to mind. Like his colleague, Beryl! She was just as chatty as him, though not as much.

Aster hummed in thought, absentmindedly tapping his foot on the ground (a nervous habit he had picked up.) It must've looked strange to any observer, a heavily cloaked man with an amulet standing in the middle of an empty hallway ominously.

He felt like he had jumped out of his skin when he heard footsteps, and turned around to face you with a sigh.

"Ah, salutations! It's Aster."