[The vampire willing to address Nod is, fortunately, the most inviting in his appearance and demeanor. His face is that of an expressive, wire haired dog, not unlike a Scottish terrier. The long whiskers obscure is rows of fanged teeth, though his grinning might unnerve those who consider it too long beyond the upfront friendly impression it gives.

The voice he speaks with is boisterous and loud, easy to make out even in the bustling room.]

Never known an elf who needed shoes! [he laughs, patting Nod all too rough on the back. If it wasn't for the big tail of his serving as a counterweight, it might have tossed him forward.] Those feet of yours are tough, finding shoes to fit won't be an easy task here. The Springtide are nearly all humans.