"Oh! Careful, it's slippery out!" The person who responds to his fall is equally unique in appearance, though perhaps in the opposite way. One of only two tieflings around, Zevlor stands out with the jagged back-curved black horns, the deep ruddy skin, luminous eyes and spade-tipped tail. He looks nothing but sincere, though, crouching to offer a hand up.

At the moment, he's in a light wool coat rather than his full splint armor, it being a festive occasion, so at least he doesn't look like a city guard coming to investigate a disturbance.

"It's nice though, isn't it? Not the first snow of the year, but the deepest so far."