The 550 pound furry man wrapped up in a blue cloak. He let it flow over himself. He was walking along when he noticed a group of people gathering up and talking. He doodled away at a map he was in the middle of making when he noticed a couple of people sliding off the roofs.
He could hear them talking a bit about them being lost. Or something about trying to find the university. The sloppy map was half finished as drawing while walking was a bit difficult. He approached them and said " Are you all lost?" He wiped the ink on his hand onto his cloak. He extended his hand out for someone to shake. His other hand at his side with the half finished map of Zeltiva in hand.