This is perhaps their last time walking the Sanctuary before Longnight. A convincing case had been made to spend the week of darkness in Torchline, where it was supposed to be safe, and Osozo had planned to leave sooner, rather than later, to take the time to settle into an entirely new place. For now though, they're still in the place they've been calling home, wandering and looking for something to do, some way to spend their last day, instead of merely puttering through it.
And the universe, ever kind, delivers.
Osozo only marginally recognizes the the Artist's sanctuary, it's proprietor. But they watch one, two, enter the dim, strange smelling building, one of whom they recognize, and they decide to follow. The worst that could happen was that they'd be asked to leave, right? They mean to give out greetings, to be polite and say hello, but their gaze is instantly drawn to the sparkling little whale, and the greenish homunculus it floats around. "Is that a gremlin?" They exclaim, stepping past the others in the room to investigate Pittore.
OSOZO
The touch and gaze of those to whom we are less than nothing
