Not the most terrifying ever, but hardly calming. I'm the sort of monster that other monsters fear, after all.

A reminder that this truly happened would also be nice. A friendly visitor. Perhaps even a door back and forth, so I can think clearly when needed. *He makes another pathetic attempt to pet his cat. It hisses madly and clings to his arm with its claws, which is as close to a win as he's likely to get out of it any time soon.* I like living in the Neath well enough, but gibbering about Veils and the Second City and obsidian knives is such an ineffective method of communication.