Fluttering his cloak, he makes a formal bow. Straightening, he mutters and paces, only to turn quickly and bow again. Muttering more, he straightens yet again, begins to pace and runs straight into you. Drawing his cloak around him indignantly, he glares at you. Taking a step back, he starts to walks around you, looking you up and down, weighing you, judging you. Finally, he grunts. Having finished his examination of you, he steps a step closer, putting his face inches from yours. Twitching his whiskers. A hand appears with a pinch of something in it. Stepping back, he tosses it to the ground and diss...oops....grumbling about stupid spells failing, more of the white poweder gets thrown to the ground and, in a pooff of smoke, he dissapears.