[Dammit, Santa. Dylas actually isn't sure if that's a real suggestion or not. His head is still ringing from the fact that he punctured a light with his antler earlier, and, to make matters worse (in his own mind), he still has to account for his antlers even if there's an illusion cast over them. What if he knocks something off of a high shelf? It'll look like a ghost shoved it off.
He looks at K'Pandolu and Ed (or, tries to rather) before going in.]
It's alright. I can wait outside if you think it's for the best.
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He looks at K'Pandolu and Ed (or, tries to rather) before going in.]
It's alright. I can wait outside if you think it's for the best.
[Or drag him in, either works.]