Kurloz was quiet, sitting down on the floor upon the Beforan cliff, staring at the moon. His hair was long, yet somewhat messy. He seemed to be contemplating something, yet what that was remained unknown. His eyes flitted down in a calm motion as he adjusted his purple shorts, relaxed. If he could sigh, he would’ve, but he just let his hands meet in his lap, a quiet action that seemed to only exemplify his contemplation.