He smiles, relieved to be well-received. That's the norm in this place, but not so much where he comes from, so it's taken time to get used to it. The newcomer's outfit gets curious look; it's not quite like anything Zevlor has seen before, but it stands out charmingly against the snow and the lights.

"If you wanted snow boots with heavier treads, you could certainly obtain them easily enough," he says. "They do try to make seasonal clothing easily available for us."

"Regardless, welcome. I've been here since late summer. Are you missing anything particularly vital that I can help with?"