The cloak hid most of his features, but it also was easily necessary given the rain and cold outside as he stepped through the portal that led from the rather annoying chilled rain to the warmth of the Gingerbread House.  Pulling the cowl down and smiling as he gave the cloak to be hung to dry, he ordered a nice tea and settled into the hearth to warm his body, startled by the sudden voice of warning.  "Well, seems like my kind of place..." he laughed as it faded, scanning the room and sipping at his tea.