"Hells. I was hoping you hadn't noticed I was gone..." Wyll had been avoiding the tiefling celebration entirely. His heart hadn't been in the celebration at all.

Not whilst he looked like this. Horns sprouted, his one good eye turned demonic...

"I'm a devil. I love the Grove, and yet... I'm unsettling to them. I unsettle everyone, nowadays." Wyll lowers his voice. He sounds so very disheartened. The Blade of Frontiers, disheartened. It was... an odder sight. Something that didn't sit right to watch.

"You wouldn't want me at your party. I'd only pop all your balloons with these claws. And this forked tongue? Forget a taste for cake..." He laments.

Wyll softens, noticing he isn't doing the best job of sending off. He hesitates. "Go, go. This is a party for you! You have to go. Enjoy it. I'll be alright, here..."

Wyll tries not to get embarrassed at the mention of a possible dance. He laughs, though the sound falls quite short. "I was a dancer, once. Though in truth, it relies on more of your partner. But I... couldn't, no. I'm not that kind of man anymore..."