[ he glances up at the stranger, spinning the mask by one of the eyeholes on one taloned finger. well.. this isn't new vanaheim, so maybe he shouldn't be surprised by the slight misunderstanding. ]

I had a slightly less.. voluntary idea for his retirement, [ he says as tactfully as he can manage under the circumstances. he talks to lots of civilians when he can, but even the civilians at home are pretty jaded after so much time beneath the branches of yggdrasil. ] If he's causing problems for people..

[ he shrugs gently, then pulls the mask on over his face. its carvings immediately change, becoming runic carvings, a tiny child figure, feathers. ]

Pack him up, kick him out, send him to some tropical island instead. [ what'd you think he meant? ]