"Well cher," the Cajun began with his smile creeping ever so slightly wider, "dis place is a nexus. All dese differen' people from differen' worl's seem to end up here, an' Remy has no idea why. De bad par' is you can' go back. De good par'? De food and drink is free and good."
His smirk becomes a slight chuckle at the bird in the young man's hair. Although admittedly, Remy has seen people with much weirder habits.
I's no' every day you see someone in a Nazi uniform wid a bird in dere head
"Did dis place ge' you on de way to a Masquerade?" He asked playfully.