The scribe pro tem continues his duties. Beauregard Clutterbuck is a man dressed in a fine tux, nevermind that he doesn't appear to be going anywhere formal. He wipes at his forehead (one with a receding hair line) with a delicate laced kerchief as if perspiring slightly in a southern heat. His aristocratic nose has a slope that denotes one of the older and more distinguished blood lines of respectable society. His eyes are bright and lively despite his most solemn expression. In his fae mein, his pooka nature is revealed to reflect that one a Penquin! What type? Never you mind , sir. He comes from good people , good people. His nose now has that glossy sharpness of a bill meant for fine dinning upon fish, and his tux tends to fluff a little when he finds his ire threatening to rise. When he speaks, it is in a Deep Georgian Drawl of antebellum aristocracy, for as he will explain, he is from the Old South.