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The old wizard began to ponder if he had heard of such a name. Ezrael? Someone from his past, maybe, but who honestly knew. Bigsby was in a state of constant change and even if he did or could recall such a name to a face he was sure there would be heavy handed words and slights to be traded one way or another. The wizard frowned as he watched the abomination only to dismiss the thing entirely and turn his back upon the chaotic thing. His spellworks still shimmering at the corner of his gaze as he dismissively began to examine the tree he had sat against earlier instead of the Yellow King.

"Theatrics are a wasted effort. You are like a poor fool who imagines themselves so great that they cannot even see how far they have truly fallen." Bigsby retorted in a rather gruff voice as if he had coughed not moments ago. "Honestly now, foppish behavior for something so old, I do not scare easily." The Large Hatted man simply tilted his head to the side so that he could look back upon the Yellow King. The old man smirked as he continued to note his spells handiwork only to subtly change a few lines with his vision altering the spell to act as a snare.

"So tell me Hastar, honestly now, do you think I am someone who truly cares for your shenanigans?"