The burned dwarf sighs as the Fairest Courtier approaches him, and with some relief he pivots away from the press of Lost still gathered - or passing by - the table with the box of secrets. He raises an arching eyebrow, yet still looses himself for a moment in the shifting hues of the radiant Polychromatic's face.
"Evening."
His voice is pleasant once he overcomes Cassandra's powerful charisma. The arching eyebrow sinks once more as his face shifts to his more grandfatherly 'Santa' persona. Teeth flash in his effusive curls. He leans on his gnarled walking stick with a dapper air
"Well I should like to think. This past season has seen some of my little side projects bearing tangible fruit at last. I hope to make something of them this year. How have you been? I don't think we've had much chance to socialise in a fair while."
He found himself pausing again as he stared at the Fairest in her amazing hedgespun raiment.
"Will you be sharing secrets tonight?"
He grimaces - that was a little hurried.
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