( he's there early, dressed rather casually for someone who defaulted to a military uniform for the first few weeks of his presence here. his lantern's tied off to his belt an' emits a soft golden glow that ain't unlike the first fingers of dawn light cleaving the sky on the horizon. soon as he sees nathan, he gives him a friendly little wave an' ambles towards him at a leisurely pace. )
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Heard the red beet's not too bad.