((From here.))

Thankfully, as Ronstadt makes his way to the living quarters, his Craydar doesn't go off and warn him of any impending traps or hexes. He steps inside and looks around, trying to figure out where best to start looking for a God of Mischief. His Valhudor robes make him stand out like a sore thumb, and he's caught between hoping that a faculty member will wander by so he can ask, and praying they don't show up and give him hell for being here.