May 30, 2015
This anon was somewhat different from the others, as it was essentially nothing but a head perched atop a pair of legs, and its dark glasses were shaped just a little differently from the common fair. It tap danced up to the Duke in a manner both hilarious and horrifying, and stood there, simply staring at him.
After the last greyfellow he encountered had turned him into a swan and nearly killed his niece, Humidor regarded all of these beings as potential threats. He watched this one closely as he asked, “Can I help you?”