After glowering one last time at the hapless man, he turns to face Jophrey, fuming.

"A fae prank?" he grates out. "If this is a prank, we shall see if they yet laugh when I find the culprit. And Hythlodaeus had better not be the source of it."

It seems like something his unrepentant friend would pull. His twin remains quiet, wearing a tired, harassed look. If not for the wing of brown in their hair, they would look similar in colouration to the ancient Emet-Selch Jophrey once met.