Ah, the sights, the sounds, the smells: all indication that the festivities were going to be great although a bit...hostile towards members of Harpy's Wing. One of the games he had found involved shooting a cut out cardboard version telling awful puns and the objective of the game was to knock it down with a baseball. So far, his cardboard cutout's face was all dented up from all of the face shots it received. [color=6ecff6]"Sheesh, I know that these guys are Golem Hand and all, but that's just stone cold, even for them."[/color] He chuckled at his own pun and continued to wander around aimlessly through the festival. At some point he found himself sitting by a table outside of a cafe, waiting for a server. The server that approached him was a rather pretty, petite woman with short brown hair who was definitely put off by Hans' appearance. Her posture was stiff and she seemed to be shaking just by looking at his snow white eyes and pitch black sclera. He grinned brightly in a friendly manner for her, but it made it worse as it showed off his bright blue tongue. 

Swallowing, she summoned the courage to ask the creepy looking mage in the most professional manner she could. Keep in mind that she was treading on a thin line of screaming and running away from him before she could even take his order. "U-um, good evening sir. Can I take your order?" 

Hans nodded and said in a voice that was surprisingly deeper than what the waitress thought it would've been, [color=6ecff6]"Yup. Just a cup of latte and cheese danish. Um, miss are you okay...you look kind of...H-hey!"[/color] At the last moment, Hans caught the waitress that had passed out in fear, foaming pouring from her mouth.