D had also noticed that the monsters from the sea were repelled by light and had more than a little professional curiosity about exactly what it was. From the ground his Left Hand couldn't get a good read on exactly what the spires were doing, but he wasn't certain of the wisdom of flying up to investigate while they were activating frequently.

His omen could approach safely but that wouldn't help D at all, and he was reluctant to fly up and risk suddenly falling. He was touching the ground with his left hand when he noticed someone else on the quiet street.

The man's hood reminds D of a bird's beak too much to be an accident. "It is magnificent." D agrees, and a quiet grumbling too soft for most to hear has D rising and looking up at the spire as well. "Did you just come from the sea?"

The man has the feel and smell of a sleeper to him, but D doesn't recognize him.