Binary

Smoke pours from the room, accompanied by a sweet smell. You look around to spot incense sticks falling out of their box. A couple sit burning, sticking up at an angle. A vast assortment of crystals lay scattered on every surface, whether it's a windowsill or a desktop. String lights brighten up the room to a level that reminds you of the last lights of day. Faint strumming is coming from the corner. You look over to see a tundra dragon reclining comfortably on an oversized bean bag chair and playing a soft tune that calms any bit of stress you may have had. He nods toward you and you take a seat on the nearby chair. He puts down his guitar and sits up to talk.

"Hey. I'm Binary. You won't see much of me around. I'd rather chill here, but sometimes I'll hang out with Current or Mage. I don't bite, though. I just find more peace alone."

He picks up his guitar again, humming a catchy tune. Before you know it you're humming along, and half the day's gone.