Milda
"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal, could you please walk over to the gentleman in the pig mask?"
Lois
Jackson walks over after drinking his share and looks down at him from his big boy stature.
Milda
"If you would give me your name, I could refer to your correctly, however, until that point.
The Silnari Gentleman in the Pig Mask, Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal is incapable of speech, I am his helper."
Robert
"That helper being... The mask... Right?"*He'd question him dubiously. Somehow Terrel didn't believe he'd find anyone weirder than the companions he had previously met, yet there was always someone out there to surprise him.*"The name's Terrel. I can go by pig, pig man, hog, any of those names really. It all refers to the same thing in my eyes."
Milda
"Terrel, Pig, Pig man, Hog, you are correct in your assumption. I am the mask."
Lois
Jackson looks at the mask on Terrel and tilts his head
Milda
"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal appears to be curious by your mask. We know why we wear ours, it simply must be. Why would someone willing to choose otherwise choose to wear a mask?"
Robert
"Preference typically."*He'd answer the two, taking it as a more general statement.*"Some wear them at parties, others to hide their face. I just wear it since it's unique. I'm guessing in your case the mask is... Stuck to your face or something?"