The desert... such a terrible place to walk through in heavy, dark clothing. But He had to look the part, oh very much so. You couldn't be an occultist if you didn't look like an artist had run out of white paint. Granted, he was suffering for it, but isn't that what occultists wanted? Suffering to fuel their dark powers... The book had been very firm on that sort of thing.

And Gorandis was very firm on keeping things by the book. He'd even shifted to wearing contacts to keep his dark appearance. If he was going to be an occultist he had to look the part, even if he could already perform the magic for it. So, with everything in check he had set out from Nostvale on his first dark wandering...

An occultist had to pace about the place broodingly of course. Though he hadn't expected the walk to come across anyone. Two people by the looks, neither he recognised but it wasn't as if he had been rather social at the best of times. Though as poor as his social skills were, he could tell that the atmosphere wasn't initially hostile.

He decided to announce himself. "I did not expect other wanderers through the desert... One I might have accepted but two..." He had been practicing his gravelly voice and believed he had gotten it just right by now...
(Gorandis Fester)