Caleb should be confused more than anything coming as he has from a cemetary to an endless white void, but he simply looks around, sighs with the patience of a man used to this kind of nonsense and settles in the middle of his void calmly and quietly.

After a long moment, the tall red haired man pulls a weather beaten book from under his coat and a quill and ink from his pocket and flips to a blank page beginning to draw what looks like a rune or two on it. He is completely focused on his work seemingly content to finish his work in peace, occasionally toying with the soft purple scarf around his neck.

Anyone coming up behind him and looking over his shoulder will see a complicated runic pattern taking shape though they might be slightly confused at the well...dicks in the corners of the page that the man on the floor is drawing around and chuckling about every time he finds one.