[Some people might be startled by the fact that what seems to be a perfectly normal dog comes bounding out of the water, shaking his thick coat and spraying others that had finally begun to dry themselves. The dog himself looks like some sort of large German Shepherd/Siberian Husky mix, eyes a strangely intelligent and vibrant shade of greenish gold, almost more feline than canine. But the most striking thing about him is the pure white spot covering his left ear, standing out brightly against his otherwise consistently dark coat.

Once he's mostly shaken out the salt water he will be very eager not to actually let anyone touch him but is furiously sniffing every robot he can get close to. And... oh, sorry were you coming over to get a towel from this particular bot? Because yeah that would definitely be the dog coming up behind it and lifting a a leg to piss on the robot's legs. Oops.

Get Fucked, Augur.]

[For some reason it seems the cute little dragons have one person they're giving wide berth. It might be the vicious glare he keeps giving them but it certainly doesn't seem to deter them from others. Of course, there's just something about the man that is slightly unsettling. A kind of barely contained violence that is clear in his expressions and mannerisms, something that just feels off.

For people sensitive to that sort of thing he... almost seems to have a predatory aura around him, even curled up in an out of the way space with a sketchbook in hand, scribbling little doodles. There's just something... otherworldly and threatening about him. Clearly, approach with caution.]

[Anyone that sees Jasper slip into the ruins at all might find the precision with which he seeks out the ritual chamber a little unnerving. He seems to be a man on a mission, following the urging of shades that others can't make out, pausing now and then to cock his head, listening intently or... sniffing the air?

Once he steps into the chamber, however, his body language instantly changes. A stops short, green eyes flying wide and then promptly drifting out of focus. Prophetic dreams and visions gifted by Gaia herself are not new to him, though it has been quite some time. Stepping into this space, the shades and spirits lingering here eager to attempt to restore their world, it is only natural they reach out to him, just as he has had his sense open to them this entire time.

If one hadn't seen him slip into the dreamlike trance they might think it is merely how he is naturally, sitting on the center platform, calmly removing much of his clothing to reveal a body absolutely riddled with scars. Though many of the scars are expertly blended into beautiful elaborate tattoos. As soon as someone else steps foot into the chamber he is lifting a hand in their direction, though his words have the distant, hazy quality of one still in a dream.]

Come... The land is wounded... let us heal her, together.