"Hello, hello! Who are you? You have a nice beard, I like your beard." Flies up from an alcove and immediately tugs on Volstagg's beard. What is personal space? Puck certainly doesn't know.
"Uh, hello?" Volstagg smiled at the small creature. "Thank thee! I’ve spent years growing it ou-Ow!" Volstagg felt the familiar pain in his chin, even after years of children tugging his beard Volstagg never got used to the pain. "Why did you do that?"












