Favrielle has been extremely busy with planning for the masquerade, but part of that has included making time for other foreigners who want costumes made for the event itself. After all, she did say she would design for anyone who wanted her too, even if she would have to send the actual job to create the garment elsewhere.

If the name Hellboy comes as a surprise to her when the appointment is made, it's nothing to the surprise that stands at her doorstep. After over four months among the kedan, she's quite used to the strange, inhuman appearances of her neighbors, but Hellboy is really rather large and so she can't avoid the way her eyes widen a bit upon opening the door.

Elua...

Her lips part ever so slightly, twisting the scar on the upper one slightly, but her reaction taking place over no more a second or two. Quickly recovering she steps back.

"You're right on time," she says in greeting. "Would you like to come in?"