Ramdin, a tallish young man of approximately 17 with somewhat long black hair and wearing black leathers strangely Austere amid the vibrancy of the rest of his person. His strange Purple eyes spontaneously open as he suddenly starts awake in a chair in the lobby. With no idea how he got here, nowhere near where he should, his posture becomes guarded.
"eh... Where am I? How did I get here? Was My Sanderson Problem Really THIS bad!?"