"Fizban! Really?" His brow furrowed as though he simply couldn't believe it. "Could have sworn he was splattered with chicken feathers... But it would explain the name written on the socks."
"Ah, you're a fine young lady." He reached over and pat her lightly on the shoulder with an smile of encouragement. The true part of him couldn't help but enjoy how mortals reacted to his currently favorite persona. It was rather spectacular and a good way to judge the character of those he met. It may not have been the most honest method, but it was one that worked. "You'll do fine here. You go do what you young kids do these days and I'll be on my way."
He smiled again, the seemingly crazy old man attitude sliding into place as he gathered the damp robes at his feet. "Now let's see.. which way is Fred at.." Fizban sniffed the air and then pointed his staff in a random direction, "Ah, there we go. That way. You have yourself a good stay, Evie. Don't be afraid to say hello to god ole Fizban should you see him." With another smile, the old codger started walking toward the large wrought iron gate that led to the road, muttering to himself along the way. "Just wish I knew where Fizban was.. could have sworn he had my hat..."