[Hanging around the castle, as he often does as one of Lady Moriarty's personal guards, but as has often been the case lately for him... his mind is wandering. He's looking out over the deserts and imagining what the other worlds are like, as he's done for a long time - probably ever since he first was old enough to understand what the bridge meeting would mean]
[Not that there isn't anything here for him, there is, but it's not as if the world he lives in is all that inspiring. Still. He rubs at one of his eyes, scarred and blanked out, since he's long since given that eye away]
[Regardless, it's clear that he's bored. And looking for something to do. So go ahead and bother him or entertain him.]