That is fortunate. The Nine must be watching over him. The white-scaled lizard in blue robes approaches, stopping a few arm-lengths away so as to appear less threatening, and raises a hand in greeting. A faint, silver-blue glow limns him and his robes alike, a spell of resistance against cold that protects him from the worst of Reynard's seasonal generosity. There is a rather generous amount of heart-shaped confetti in various colors sticking to his robes. "Greetings. Are you the person called Blaze?"