Grainne was walking along on her way to the arboretum, when she passed by a rather strange man walking along the corridor. Something about him set goosebumps along her arms, a pause, and she turned to look over at him. Was it a man? That was the impression she had, but the clothes were strange, and he was just walking along, and she can't remember why she had the impression of, well, anything.

It felt odd enough, her curiosity grew. He didn't seem like magic. It could have just been the oddness of everything. Tentatively, she sent a tendril of magic merely to have a look.