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So many new faces, so many different people. How many of them were actually humans? He wondered if he could even feed on fear from something that isn't human, he never tried... Regardless, the shade was getting bored and after his bout of exposure to all these strangers and new things he was feeling more comfortable and a little less shy. He floated over to the bar, passing the little girl who seemed to be conversing with a woman carving into the counter with a fancy knife, it looked dangerous. He approached a very short and gruff looking human who seemed to be very lost in dusting off drinking glasses. [@Snarfulblast]

He lifted a clawed finger and lightly tapped on the mans shoulder. He then pointed at himself and conjured a little shadow of a glass cup being cleaned with a cloth. He stopped and blinked a couple times before swatting the shadows away. He opened a mouth with pointed teeth, a green glow from within as if there was a green furnace burning within him. [color=82ca9d]"U-... um..... I-I was wonder...ing... if maybe you... you would like some h-...help cleaning the glasses..."[/color] his voice was soft with a subtle echo yet growly at the same time. Knutik looked embarrassed about speaking.