Is this man familiar? Yes, faintly, but he's not Taako or one of less than a dozen others who don't even seem to exist in whatever reality this is, so nobody gives a shit. He only speaks up because he's rather sympathetic about the bar situation. "You're not going to have any luck, darling," he says as he steps clear of the kitchen, perfectly aware of the play of firelight over his dark complexion and shiny hair, because of course he is. "Loving the blanket ghost look, though. There's a point where you just wanna embrace the general trollishness of it all."