Cinna had been grabbed from his home, twice, and brought to the back of a giant floating turtle populated by colorful shapeshifters. And even he has to blink twice at the sight of the bi-pedal bearded... unicorn?... that bursts into the shop. Luckily, the staff is pointed at him, and not Alcuin or Rapunzel. Neither of them is as delicate as they look, but he still wouldn't want either of them to feel threatened.

"I'm Cinna," he says smoothly. "Can I help you with something?"