[ Even younger, though he had looked old for his age when he was human. The Outsider was only fifteen when he became what he is today, and while it has been thousands of years, his appearance hasn't changed.

At least, not until the Drabwurld. Now he occasionally wears different outfits, if pressed. ]

He is the one who built this shrine. He and I are alike, in our own ways; old, feared things that lurk where we aren't expected.

[ He laughs slightly. ]

And he was a sailor, once. I have quite a fondness for the ocean.