[anger, indignation, doesn't seem natural on him anyway. his placid looks and pleasant smiles seem far more intuitive -- or more practiced. he just must not be a person accustomed to negative feelings... right?

qilby shakes his head no, smiling. if he had neither a giant hat nor a thick mane of hair to cover them, his pointed ears might give one (incorrect) answer to that question, but--] I'm afraid I've not been acquainted with any before now. No, I'm an Eliatrope, king of an ancient race from quite a distant world. [a considerate pause.] Aah, though-- I suppose we're all from distant worlds, here.

[a gracious nod. introduction time.] My name is Qilby.