Brought to his feet, he submitted to the dusting. His wings emerged, poofed, and he briefly shook them to rouse and help clear off the rest.

"Now that is going to be on my mind when this thing kicks off! But who to pursue them...?" He rubbed his chin.

"A robed, faceless figure that seems to glide across the ground...? Something that can melt into shadows~" He wiggled his fingers.