The information broker turned the bird in front of his face. The presumed male was wearing a long leather trench coat, its design stylish in that particular, military sense. The officer's haircut and black leather gloves fit further with the look. Although not entirely unfitting, the gasmask on his face was peculiar. Dark green and with giant lenses that hid the eyes behind their opaqueness. The breathing apparatus rattled and a moment later another cloud of visible gas left the filter. Streaks of short light blonde hair were visible at the side of the man's head. There was something made of metal on his cap, but the verdin couldn't quite make it out. At least he could cast Observe through Possession.
It was completely bugged out.
