Ever since his unexpected encounter with a banshee named Sheikah who sought his help to learn human ways, Pipp got to thinking. And usually Pipp's thinking was interrupted fairly quickly by some distraction or another, so that was something.
He liked helping Sheikah out. Every now and then she would call him or stop by the Fort with some question or another about human ways. It was fun to Pipp to be helpful, and to make new friends. He never really thought of his decades of living in the human world as something that would be useful to some fae... but now it was starting to look that way. With the Nightmare plague going on in the faerie world, fae were stuck in the human world, out in the open. At first, Pipp took for granted how scary that could be.
He decided he wanted to be even more helpful. He heard of a new place called the "Council of Relocation," or "COR," as some called it, but he never went there before. Since he had been there for a while, he didn't think he needed to. Now that he wanted to volunteer his services, however, he sought it out.
Pipp located the building and walked in like he owned the place. Those fae in the lobby that were bothered by the scraping of Cefin's shoe against the floor were about to forget all about that slight annoyance, when compared to Pipp's loud and boisterous entrance. He opened the door and threw his arms in the air as he cheerfully greeted everyone who was in the room. It was as if he was entering another loud bar and had to make sure his voice was heard over the noise. Only, it wasn't a bar. The place was so quiet that his voice carried all throughout the lobby.
"Hello friends! I'm Pipp!" He grinned. "I'm here to help! How do I do that? Take me to your.. leader?" His question, originally meant to be a silly human-catch phrase, drifted off into a quieter question when he caught some of the glares of a few finicky fae who were enjoying the silence.