A Dragonkin pushing 14 feet tall casually unlimbers their dragonglaive and strides towards the computer, winding up for an overhead swing. "Avec plaisir, Mister Doctor!" He freezes on the downswing, the glaive's crackling edge inches away from Cupi's computer, as he spots a screen displaying a Dataphiles Meeting marquee. "Oh - my friends, I appear to be in the wrong room! Ha ha, how foolish of me!"
He lumbers towards the door, ducking slightly to fit through. His loud voice can be heard echoing outside the hallway: "Can anyone direct me to Uncle Ziggy's Funtime Exo-Guardians Mechaber Toss and Sparkly Noodle Card Jamboree? Gosh I hope I am not too late for the pajama pillow fight parade..."
