Upon being greeted by Kettle, Clav smiled slightly which was almost entirely obscured by the skull worn on his face, then returned to his typical stoic face. "Ah, yes, hello Kettle. I'm quite surprised you remembered me, but I guess that you could say that I'm hard to forget. At least, that's what people tell me." He spoke in a near monotone voice that was brightened slightly by an accent that was quite hard to place, but made his words flow in an interesting manner. "No, no," He began, "I'm actually quite well rested to be honest. I found that rolling the way here was much easier than trying to force myself to waddle. But if you'll excuse me, please, I'd like to stand outside for a minute or two. Give everyone a bit of time to compose themselves."

Clavic reached his hand out from under his black garments to retrieve a small-ish morsel of food from the spread that he couldn't place until he tasted it; Meat of some sort, maybe. He made his way over to the door, rolling past others, and stopping outside of the establishment. He stared directly at Nel, from where he was, completely oblivious to her reaction to him previously. He sat down, causing a quite harsh rattling of his bones, and continued to nibble on his nabbed snack underneath his outward mass.

In his head, Clav was trying to work out why Kettle had called all these people that she had met back to her in this remote location for. What this "discovery" was, in the first place. And despite the vast amount of knowledge that he had collected over his time in life from the Great Library back near his little living nook, he couldn't come up with anything. [i]All for the better, I suppose. Can't go ruining a murder mystery in the first act just because you want to get it over with.[/i]