Someone missing-presumed-dead shows up on the scene again, though far distant and in need of a comb and new dress.

A certain chatty mercenary globetrots in search of literature.

The natives are restless in the underground. Mind the gap. Sweet voices tell encouraging lies -- or are they lies?

Black cloaks are once again in fashion. Psh, as if they ever fell out of it. Speaking in vague riddles is the new romantic serenade. Being totally wacked out is the new Type A Personality.