"You seem lost, friend!" The voice that called out to him came from the left. It belonged to a man with a [url=https://img00.deviantart.net/270d/i/2011/182/0/c/black_mage_by_marcks-d3knhhh.jpg]pointy hat, and seemingly, no face. [/url] It was as if the clothes weren't being worn, but being held in place by something. With his staff in hand, he began waving it for the newcomer to edge closer. Either the look on the newcomer's face was an obvious curiosity, or there were more like him, new to the winding complex.