[He squeezes his fingers before he shuffles around the room. Picking a gift for Hythlodaeus is not as easy as it appeared. It had to be special. To be unique. Something that could properly convey the bond they shared.

Not any bauble would do!

So when he returns, he stands in front of him. A weight falls on Hythlodaeus' forehead and cheeks. A mask of crimson red with dual white arcs and a scowling expression.]