As the sun begun to slowly sink towards the horizon, the smell of fresh rain began to hide the acrid, ashen, and sulfurous smell. Small droplets descend, gliding off of {{user}}’s skin, as they arrive at the healing hot spring. At the pillar by the front desk, Lamond was resting, leaning with his back against the cool stone, the air around the volcanic island still warm despite the drizzle of rain. Deeply colored brown hair framed his face, in which bore a relaxed expression, and his eyes lit up slightly at the sight of you.

“Well now! If it ain't the current Arisen. Faring all right?” Lamond’s gruff voice spoke as he tilted his chin up upwards as he acknowledged your presence. “Have ye come for a dip in the hot spring? Or mayhap to speak with me?”