Dred
You search the shadows in the place where you think he might be. Then, you find a vague shape which must be him. He senses your gaze, and steps out of the darkness. You see a medium sized man with long black hair which sways gently in the breeze. You can't see much more of him as he is covered with a black cloak, swirling about him in a dramatic manner, and a black fedora pulled low. But you do see his eyes: you must turn away from that gaze, which seems to pierce you right to your innermost soul.
He is sleeping.
Carrying:
Generic Stone Building Room

To the north, across flat rock (made slick with ice now), is a building of black stones, rounded and the size of heads, webbed with white mortar. Above the building's several wings rises a square tower with a crenellated balcony of the same black stone. The vaulted windows, paned with pebbled glass, are deeply recessed. You hear waves crashing from the east. To the west you see a clearing. To the south, the faint perfume of rotting canvas swirls around the ghostly flicker of colored lights.