[ The leaves and sharper points are reminiscent of his father's crown, though Balor's is a twisting of branches that symbolize either the great Tree or the horned God, depending on which role is most needed at the time. But the familiarity itself is welcome, whether or not Nuada wants to admit it. ]

Another traveler of realms, then. There seem to be many of us tonight. [ A pause. ] Your son, does he resemble you? [ Because he ran into such a person earlier in the evening, and the sheer abundance of good-natured cheer is not easily forgotten. ] Tall, golden-haired, incapable of not smiling.