"I...Yes-- I mean, no-- err, everything's fine, I think. Possibly. No... yes, everything is quite fine. Please, feel free to come inside; I'll need to write you into my books..." Aldis, ever the nervous wreck around newcomers, nodded quietly to himself, as if going over what he'd just said in his mind, before picking up his potting shovel and heading into the large, old-styled home, beckoning for Bovil to follow.
Mentally, he had been considering whether or not to address the issue of the magical glamour; It may have been a touchy subject, or possibly something dangerous to bring up... Or more likely was the case, this man was a giant dragon and he was planning to eat Aldis in one bite before destroying the rest of La'marri in turn.
...At least, in Aldis's imagination, that was a clear possibility.
The interior 'front room' was simplistic in it's design, but filled with curious nicknacks. Shelves, cabinets, armories, and tables lined the walls, covered and filled with strange, magical devices, old tomes, and rare plants. Some things moved; Some things glowed. A strangely befitting, sweet scent permeated the room, but only lightly. Aldis himself quietly navigated his way forward and stepped behind a counter, where an extremely suspiciously normal sunflower sat, as well as a small book, which he began to scroll through, inked feather in hand.
"...Ah... okay. And so you'll be staying under... what name?"
