Sedric was in his little hut making a potion as usual, adding flowers and chives and bones and whatever else as it started to boil, which is when he noticed a knock at the door and stood up, brushing his plague doctor uniform off “Who’s at mine own door at this late moment? I has’t to finish this elixir not lollygag 'round!” He angrily huffs and brushes his feathers “If it’s that yond blundering blinking idiot of a skeleton I shall pound that gent into next week..” Sedric whispers