'ugh...how long has it been scince I last slept? ...Where am I, anyway..?'
Oliver opened his eyes, and found himself sitting on the side of a street. His large, white, birdlike wings were folded neatly behind him. He remembered why he was here. 'Ah, so this is La'marri...I seem to have dozed off...'
He swept his gaze over the passerbys. He appeared to be studying them. A little child, walking by, pointed and excitedly said, "Mommy! Look! An angel!" His mother shook her head, smiling, and guided the child away. As the little boy eyed him with bright, curious eyes, he thought about that. 'Angel...? I wonder what that is?'
He returned his focus on the people. His stare wasn't cold; but just rather unsettling. A long golden staff lay behind him, almost hidden.