[ It was true that Caleb was signaling out individuals that were not known to him, perhaps to warn them of the flagrant bullshittery that was par for the course in Andovale; and eventually he would launch himself into the green house so that he could make a round or two there. As of this moment, he had not sent Frumpkin out to make the rounds.

At the very candid question, a wry smile touched the zemnian's face at the slightly bawdy language, and he was not one to shy away from it. When he spoke the accent was decidedly german in nature.]

Ah, Herr Frumpkin has exceptional balance-- also he is of the Fey and light as a feather.

[ A welcoming smile came to his lips and he rose perhaps two inches shorter, accurate because he dispensed with his normal slouch when outside of the dance floor. ] Caleb Widogast is my name, and I have not seen you around before-- did you by chance arrive this morning in the fair city of Andovale?

[ clearly, Caleb was not a fan of small talk. Direct into the meat and potatoes of the conversation as he started to lead them out into the throng of swirling dancers. ]