[The extent to which he's not a fan of parties depends entirely on the party, but he's been talked into going to this one, complete with a costume -- albeit a lazy one; he'd let someone shove a set of devil horns onto his head, but he'd been decidedly opposed to wearing the matching tail or carrying the little pitchfork. He's still not convinced this party isn't just another way to screw with all of them, to unleash something horrible once they've all gathered in one place, so, true to nature, he's come armed, although nobody needs to see the gun in his shoulder holster.
At the moment, he can be found in the square, hanging back a little, smoking lazily and looking around the crowd, somewhat amused and somewhat baffled by the costumes. It's not that he's opposed to all of this, it's just that he's never been the type to throw himself enthusiastically into something. Which is why he can also be seen swigging from a silver flask every so often -- might as well entertain himself, if the party isn't going to.]
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At the moment, he can be found in the square, hanging back a little, smoking lazily and looking around the crowd, somewhat amused and somewhat baffled by the costumes. It's not that he's opposed to all of this, it's just that he's never been the type to throw himself enthusiastically into something. Which is why he can also be seen swigging from a silver flask every so often -- might as well entertain himself, if the party isn't going to.]