Xane was wearing a brown cloak that was opened and billowing in the
soft winds. He wore brown pants, white shirt with a brown vest over.
While it may be a lot of brown, It was his favorite color. However,
his eyes were vibrant blue which probably would be the first thing
someone would notice.

He didn't remember how he entered this realm but he knew that he had
left the last one. It had to do with the sky. It was hard to explain
but it was the sky that told Xane sure enough that he was not in the
realm of where he lived, of Mestyle.

He was not frightened, nor did he feel threatened, of being in this
new realm. He opted to view it in the manners of a child once they
discover a new toy. All that would alert someone nearby would be the
sounds of his boots softly thudding as he walked.