"I can't hear you through that mask. Did you really have to pick one that covers your mouth?"
The hallow’s end masquerade was quite possibly the only party that Cedric had grown fond of attending over the last few years. Partially the reasoning was that his costuming choices allowed him to hide his identity from the party goers and weave in and out of mingling at his desire. Normally the sorcerer opted to dress in guise of a raven or some other corvid with extravagant feathers and a hand-held mask that rested atop his nose - but he had grown bored of the same costume as of late and had decided to try something new for once.
A plague doctor.
If it weren’t for the fact he had impressed himself with just how unsettling his appearance was - as things should be on such an occasion - he’d be frustrated that he was barely capable of sight or speech under the bulky legitimate mask he had taken down from the attic of his workshop. The uniform was entirely real. An old antique from years passed that had once actually been used back when the royal sorcerer was needed for healing purposes once a doctor was incapable of a cure. It was the perfect choice for such an evening and there was no possible way he was ditching it now.If he was going to be here - he was going to have a good time.Unsettling Roland’s proteges was the least he could do for entertainment. All he could manage in response to Sofia was a cocking of his head and a joking shrug - the mumbling of his “yes” being a bit too congested to understand fully.
