“Mr. Mumbo! I see you’ve made it! Very sharp, I mean, you’ve even brushed off all the usual redstone!” Real tactful.
The voice calling out from behind you is easily recognizable as one of the newest members of the coven residing in the castle—Avid. The man dons a bat-shaped mask, which, predicable, he’s been leaning a bit into the vampire thing a little too hard ever since he got here.
“How’re you doing? Is everything up to par with your standards?”
Mumbo turned, hands crossed behind his back politely, nodding to Avid in greeting. "Yes, well, it's a masquerade. It'd be a bit...rude to show up covered in redstone dust at such a wonderful event." The vampire smiled, fangs poking out just barely, looking around at the decorations in the ballroom. "I'm doing well, and my expectations have been met and surpassed, I must say. I'm a bit in awe, really, everything's gorgeous. What of yourself?"