"I can't be late!" A large, green hand on-top of a lizardlike body(He doesn't wear clothes but that isn't gross for the most part, as no inappropriate parts show) said as he barreled through the crowds. Powland saw the gates closing. "No no no no no!" He said, sliding into the doorway, holding it open a smidge with his Large hand. "Can I come in?" He asked, "Looking" at one of the gate guards. "U-um sure!" the guard said, clearly nervous around the strange creature. "Much appreciated" Powland said, brushing himself off. He walked in, picking up some papers that fell out of his satchel with his four fingered hands. He spotted the princess, surrounded by admirers. "Nobles" Powland thought, shrugging. He saw two guests standing away from the crowed, a women in a silver and gold threaded dress talking to a man in a cat mask, chipped around the ears. "Sorry to intrude," He said, holding his large hand in a gentle point for their attention, "But I just got here and was wondering why everyone is wearing masks, and if I should be wearing one as well, how should have I worn it?" He asked curious.