Wherever Vreth walked, nature followed. Behind him lay a trail of twigs, branches and leaves, flowering things and vines, growing where things should not. They clung to the walls, and crept along the floor, fading and flowering, growing and wilting within seconds. It was as if the TARDIS was effecting the way the things grew, and to see it was like watching a video sped up. Vreth did not notice however. He wandered like a curious cat, peering at everything. Sniffing and smelling, poking and prodding with a child like curiosity.
He stopped at yet another doorway, and peered inside. He was certainly quite an odd sight, dressed in very little. His feet were half wrapped in black cloth, torn and ragged. He wore a long black cloth and leather skirt, bound by leather straps and buckles. He wore no shirt, but instead displayed black organic patterns down his chest, that wove up his neck and down his face. He had long light brown hair and deep, dark brown eyes, with a slightly hooked nose. Around his forearms, black ragged cloth was wrapped and draped. It was a form he had used for quite some time. Perhaps the oddest features were his pointed, troll like ears though. They were not always a permanent feature, but still, an old one.
He looked inside the room, spotting the man sitting on the floor. There was an odd look about him. Was he frightened? He certainly looked so. Vreth walked into the room and walked towards him, nature following in his wake. "What are you doing?" he asked.