Paul Blackfingers wandered the gathering on the fringes- his habitual post. He was known to most of the vagabonds as 'that creepy, quiet Yankee kid who smells good' because of the blessings of his Court. A fresh scent that effected people on a nearly subconscious level trailed him where ever he went, reminding people of Springtime and pleasures found under the open sky.<br/><br/>He was a dark-haired, slimly built youth with bright green eyes and a lean lipped smile who rarely spoke but often watched. He'd wandered into the motley collection one winter's day and hadn't ever actually left. He never seemed to have any money, but his good looks and easy charm served the Vagabonds well. His attractive looks drew in both men and women, and his way with words was oft remarked on as being able to turn a brawl into a party. Further making him useful was his medical knowledge- he knew enough to pass for a second or third year med student.<br/><br/>He walked along with his hands in his pockets and his hair draped lightly across his face, watchful of anything of note. He didn't truly expect anything dire to happen, but when this many people were collected in one place, something always went wrong.