Horseriver is lost inside himself, a confusion of partial souls and a deep well of memory which has not been helped by his recent experiences as someone who wasn't any of him and yet was. In it's way, almost a familiar feeling but not - and it hasn't done anything for his mood. Still, he's aware enough to hear the knock and even turns slightly to look the man over. He takes Fives in, expression full of a sardonic amusement.

"You would be the new 'warden' then. What strange calendar we keep here. So, is there some reason you have sought me out?"