Abrahms
One Thousand Club
"My name is Puck, soon I expect you'll grow tired of hearing crowds chant it while I pass," he gave a small bow, still holding Tom Snout.
Looking at Austin he smirked, "What's 'Little Red Dragon'? It doesn't sound familiar to me, perhaps a difference of homelands." Shrugging he continued, "Not all humans can cast magic, can they? Seems you're doing yourself a disservice to just assume all tieflings are made of the same cloth." Puck was quiet for a moment as he thought before turning to Austin with a grin, "I don't know why I did it." Waving an hand idly, "Impulse perhaps. It happens. Perhaps you might be pleased to know at the very least there's not anyone hidden nearby, just the same crowds as to be expected in this cold place."
Lifting Tom Snout he bumped the small pigs nose with his own, "Besides -- I didn't read everyone's mind. I couldn't read Tom's, nor your large friend. Interesting, is it not?"
Looking at Austin he smirked, "What's 'Little Red Dragon'? It doesn't sound familiar to me, perhaps a difference of homelands." Shrugging he continued, "Not all humans can cast magic, can they? Seems you're doing yourself a disservice to just assume all tieflings are made of the same cloth." Puck was quiet for a moment as he thought before turning to Austin with a grin, "I don't know why I did it." Waving an hand idly, "Impulse perhaps. It happens. Perhaps you might be pleased to know at the very least there's not anyone hidden nearby, just the same crowds as to be expected in this cold place."
Lifting Tom Snout he bumped the small pigs nose with his own, "Besides -- I didn't read everyone's mind. I couldn't read Tom's, nor your large friend. Interesting, is it not?"