in the lowest of places

Merilin walked right past Anders, before pausing a few feet past him. He turned to study the man, raising an eyebrow as he took him in. He didn't look like much. Whether this was the scientist or the shard thinking, it probably didn't matter because they agreed.

It looked as if this man did not have as much control over himself as Merilin did. A humorless chuckle left his throat, as he moved towards the stranger.

Do you need help? He inquired. The humming in his head told him that he was in front of the right person; he felt it in his bones, too.