Reuel walked in long elegant steps, almost dancing, humming between himself, his inhuman grace all but screaming his nature, despite the long clock and hood he wore for the sake of apparences, we cannot have people pointing and screaming at the mean faerie come to snatch their children from the cradles, ha, he hasn't done that in decades.
"Gloom glooomy gloomy, gloo gloo gllooomy" he felt the humor around, dripping like the rain, no place for summer there, were they feeling bad fot the failure, wait, what was the mission again... not that it matters, yet somehow it does, fascinating the group he was dealing with.