The Wiz eventually becomes useful by translating whatever words he can understand. :>

Grey also speaks Elvish, I'm sure he knows lots of songs.

Tholo thîw eriol nan ost, Ir i-noeg-eryd lostar mîn dû. I-gelair hîl heleth vi i-morn, A i-randirath ú-thelar dan.

[Light a single candle for the keep, While the mountain-giants slumber in the deep. The stars are shards of ice against the black, And the caravans are never coming back.]

I-nieph en-rond thall nîr thîl, I-tharaid en-aras thinn a mith. I-ithryn pedar: i-aur-meth lú, An i-anor i-thinu vann thîn.

[The Great Hall's stones are weeping frozen salt, The banners of the stag are thin and gray. The wizards say the solstice is at fault, For the sun that turned its golden face away.]

A deep warm voice calls out to you or at least you think he's calling to you as there is nobody else evident, "Is somebody contemplating doing something naughty?"

The Wiz squares his shoulders. "No! The solstice is to blame for any naughty business." He winks at his friends and whispers to them. "It's in the song."

"Seems friendly enough" Grey says.

He heads into the room!

"Well I suppose I can understand you being shy. But not to worry, no no no, you are all still on the good list," the figure pokes his finger at a book, "It says so right here. Although it was wrong once." the large man sighs and shakes his head but then gives you a big jolly smile. 

You see a scene similar to this:

Alexia doesn't seem to recognize the person. "What list? Can I see it?"

No no, you DO know this figure. He has as many names as there are cultures. Not all of them portray him as being jolly but in this case, he is.

"Oh of course of course!" Santa shows you The List https://www.dndbeyond.com/magic-items/1182359-the-naughty-and-nice-list

"As you can see dear, you are right here." he points, "And your friends...."Are here, ...here, ....here, and here."

In spite of being basically a dungeon room, some of the features make it cozy - a decorated pine tree, a low table with a large metal mug, a plate of pastries, a comfortable looking chair and leg rest. To the side there is a stack of books with various titles of fairy tales. There is also a hearth of all things with burning logs.

The Wiz's mouth hangs open for a moment. Then exclaims...

He rushes in, bumping Grey out of the way as he passes. "Can I get you anything, sir? If there aren't any cookies and milk around, know that I can make anything taste like them. Even prison food. You aren't a prisoner here, are you? That was a mighty impassible gate that we pried open."

"Actually son, that is exactly the problem." You never want to see the look that flashed across his features ever in your life again. Infuriated Santa is something of nightmares.

"I was tricked into coming to this," he waves his hand around, "and now I am stuck here."

Ember is uncertain about how he feels about meeting this jolly fellow. 

 History: 7

Still, a being in need...  "Who trapped you and can we help get you free?"

"In short, I made a mistake. Last year I was headed home after making some deliveries and I got an itch that I had to answer. Seems there are some folk in this mountain that deserve a little bit of joy. A young lady and a few rambunctious boys have earned some happiness in this ..." He frowns and there is a flicker of anger on his face "This pile of reindeer droppings!" The man looks up and shakes his fist.

He takes a deep breath and sighs heavily again. "It was a trap. AGH! A very clever one." The man hitches a thumb at the fireplace "That there is a one-way chimney, and thanks to this thing," he opens up his coat and shirt and shows you a shining green gem-like bug attached to his chest. "I can't get out by my normal means."

"That fiend Khaza'gul! I checked The List and it said he had a good year, so my last stop was here to reward him for changing his ways. It seems he was able to spoof the book somehow and when I arrived, he slapped THIS on me."

"But I had to come," leaning forward, elbows on knees, his eyes, once again warm "you understand that right?"

"This thing is eating my magic so I can't go home. I don't have time to just sit around here..."

Alexia examines the scarab for a few seconds. "I could try to cut it off, but I'm not sure it'll work. Can you give me assurance that I'll be safe after I free you? I'm not dumb enough to get on the bad side of a lich at this point in my life."

"I understand dear. To be honest I'm just glad there are adults in the world that still have goodness in their hearts." He smiles warmly "You and your friends can leave me here and I will not hold it against you."

"But well whether you help me or not, there are no assurances in life."

"Hmm. Let me give something a try, if you don't mind" he says, moving around the Wiz.

Grey will cast [spells]Dispel Magic[spells] on the scarab at level 4.

It seems as if the magic left you and was absorbed by the bug.

"Hmmmm magic seems to be absorbed by the scarab." The Wiz ponders some possibilities as he rubs his ever-smooth chin. "What if I sang? I have been known to shatter glasses at parties with my voice. It's a neat party trick."

The Wiz doesn't dawdle. He springs into action, singing his favorite Christmas Carol as high and loud as he possibly can. He gives it his all and manages to ring the ears, if nothing else!

OOC: Performance 13. 

The Winter Saint taps his toes in time with the song and he gives a hearty round of applause when The Wiz is done.

"Oh bravo! Such a great song and done so with such spirit!" He grabs the tray and says "HO ho ho!" and three cookies* appear on the tray, he holds it out to the party, "Cookie?"

*chocolate chip, snicker doodle, and maple shortbread