Alright, it's time for another one of those posters:
Ah yes, the astronomer. Staring into space. Space. Space is an interesting concept. So many stars, so many dots of light - yet an immeasurable darkness between them. Space is an interesting concept indeed.
Yes, normally, he could stare all day through this wonderful telescope of his. The walking telescope - his own invention. It harnesses the power of the stars - the power of Nova - to make it walk. To make it
live. Ah, but enough talk of science.
Today, a different matter has been troubling him. Not only has one of his experiments gone wrong (the smoke is terrible!), but he also found a cage. It was sealed shut with that very same power of Nova. In it was a popolopoï, a butterfly. More and more of those cages have been spotted lately. But why in Polokus' name would one lock up the most harmless animals in the world with such a powerful force?
Oh! But I guess I should talk about the astronomer himself, right? Well, he's got quite the chaotic mind (that's why the picture is so chaotic). An old mind. The astronomer has been in the Glade for many, many years and has lived through many, many adventures. Some say he's older than the second moon - but that is just a story. It is true that many believe he has some kind of secret, but none have found it yet. For those who want to sneak up on him and look through his stuff when he falls asleep: don't. The little bell hanging from his beard alerts him from any intruders. Leave the old man be. You probably wouldn't find anything bad about him, anyway...