Mulligan shrugs to the others still up in the hole. He certainly doesn't see a reason to not climb down and interact with... whatever they are. If G'reginald shows reluctance at all then Mulligan will step to the front of the line and climb down first. Well, second since Rowan is already down there.
Upon reaching the ground Mulligan faces the newcomers and gives a bow and a sweeping gesture with his top hat as way of introducing himself. He wears a bit of a smile but otherwise waits on introductions. It is tiresome having to "speak" to one person after another... and he's not even sure he could broadcast to a bee or a dandelion?
“Oh, you know Queen Zybilna? I’ve heard of her. The witches did something to her, didn’t they? Something to make her quiet. Did they take her voice? One of them seems to like to do that. So is it Sir Amidor then? Did the Queen have to use a smaller sword to knight you? I think it would be dangerous to use a regular size one given the size of your shoulders.” Rowan says.
He keeps moving around, almost in small circles as he talks to Glister and Amidor. Then when he spots Mulligan he pauses for a moment.
”This is Mulligan. He’s the head talker. Head thinker? Head idea placer? Mulligan, this is Glister and this is Sir Amidor.”
Barria gladly follows Mulligan down as she was feeling a bit odd up here so high in the sky. She grins at the two love birds as they affectionately fawn after each other. She pays attention when the Queen is mentioned though, wondering what that is all about.
Then giving another glace at Glister, "Weren't you just at the carnival we came from? Did you come here before or after us? How peculiar it all is!"
Greg follows the other three making sure nothing is left in his dimensional space and then closing it once he is down, he wraps up and hands the rope back to Rowan, happy they he and the group got a short rest and some introductions of their own out of the way.
As he hands over the rope and takes account of the new arrivals he watches and listens before asking. "Glister, I had a bit of a run in with the shadow of Gleam, what do you know if the fate of your dear sister?"
Mulligan shrugs to the others still up in the hole. He certainly doesn't see a reason to not climb down and interact with... whatever they are. If G'reginald shows reluctance at all then Mulligan will step to the front of the line and climb down first. Well, second since Rowan is already down there.
Upon reaching the ground Mulligan faces the newcomers and gives a bow and a sweeping gesture with his top hat as way of introducing himself. He wears a bit of a smile but otherwise waits on introductions. It is tiresome having to "speak" to one person after another... and he's not even sure he could broadcast to a bee or a dandelion?
“Oh, you know Queen Zybilna? I’ve heard of her. The witches did something to her, didn’t they? Something to make her quiet. Did they take her voice? One of them seems to like to do that. So is it Sir Amidor then? Did the Queen have to use a smaller sword to knight you? I think it would be dangerous to use a regular size one given the size of your shoulders.” Rowan says.
He keeps moving around, almost in small circles as he talks to Glister and Amidor. Then when he spots Mulligan he pauses for a moment.
”This is Mulligan. He’s the head talker. Head thinker? Head idea placer? Mulligan, this is Glister and this is Sir Amidor.”
Barria gladly follows Mulligan down as she was feeling a bit odd up here so high in the sky. She grins at the two love birds as they affectionately fawn after each other. She pays attention when the Queen is mentioned though, wondering what that is all about.
Then giving another glace at Glister, "Weren't you just at the carnival we came from? Did you come here before or after us? How peculiar it all is!"
Greg follows the other three making sure nothing is left in his dimensional space and then closing it once he is down, he wraps up and hands the rope back to Rowan, happy they he and the group got a short rest and some introductions of their own out of the way.
As he hands over the rope and takes account of the new arrivals he watches and listens before asking. "Glister, I had a bit of a run in with the shadow of Gleam, what do you know if the fate of your dear sister?"