Under the waning crescent moonlight and far away from the hum of the city of London. Nonnus slowly walks in the grassy area of the Hyde park...using his staff as he moves around. The lantern of Bywell rocks softly on top of the long staff.
The air smells sweet....the aroma can be traced to Nonnus's chuchwarden pipe.
Nonnus tilts his staff forward...letting the lantern of Bywell illuminate the area. The old lantern illuminates the area with a faint bluish-greenish glow.
The 6'4" tall Satyr crouches down and picks up something from the ground, His right hand is grasping at the object on the ground, his left hand holding his staff as he crouches. His pipe is firmly on the right side of his mouth taking a few puffs as he performs his task...mumbling something as he does so.