[Orb post]

[craftycurvo]

[The dark-haired man in robes just stares, giving the impression he's more fascinated with the craftsmanship of the Orb than anything he sees beyond it. They're just mortals, two-a-penny in this world as they are in his own.  The world in which he finds himself looks pleasant enough; this isn't the Halls of Waiting, unless Mandos recently installed castles with gleaming spires, white fluffy clouds and a soundtrack of cheerful birdsong. Apparently, he thinks, fallen heroes have a fate apart, and curses are meaningless.

He doesn't see any of his own kind. Perhaps, given recent events in his life, that's not a bad thing. He picks someone at random and decides to make his presence known. After all, it wouldn't do to appear unfriendly.]

Well, hello there!