There's a powerfully built man wrapped in a black cloak standing by the bulletin board, scrutinising the notes and idly trying to figure out the personalities of the inhabitants from their handwriting. So far, he's gathered that most of them have not been trained in penmanship and nothing else useful. He has found notes written in a hand suspiciously resembling Jay's, which has heartened him a little.

Always good to have allies in new and strange places.

He looks more amused than worried and there's something slightly predatory about his expression, too.