He scoffs at the 'friend' part because the reindire is not a friend. Or a pet. Or anything but a nuisance that follows him around. He shouldn't have given it that cheese log, now it thinks he's hiding them in all his pockets.

He'd expected that 'tall' was other people's version of tall which is still shorter than him. But no, she's equal to his height and that is some vibrant purple hair. Reindire in tow he approaches, half mask full of teeth that are something like a grin. Maybe. He's wearing a jacket with fur around the neck, two shiny hookswords hanging off his back that look well taken care of.

Though the man they're attached to looks like he's been burnt alive and left to roast.

"You the one making all the flowers?"