Stultus enters with the other new magi, once the current inhabitants of Mons Electi have all arrived. A muscular and very hairy man dressed in rough homespun follows him in, lugging a book-sized package and a carved wooden frame (Rumpelstiltskin) that he leans against the wall.
Unlike (almost) everyone else, Stultus is still dressed in jester's motley. It's clean, and the colors are bright and festive, but it's still an outfit that's very far from formal robes. He saunters around the table, cheerfully greeting magi -- even ones he hasn't met before -- by name. (The only ones he does not seem to know, and just as cheerfully requests an introduction from, are Abagail, Sheelagh, and Rose.) Roberto, in particular, is greeted as "my flaming Flambeau friend", and Alexei as "Chief Hoplite von Kroitsau. A pleasure to see you again. Congratulations on your recent ere... I mean, election."
He clambers into the chair Henri shows him, and leans back. Unfortunately, this means that all that can be seen of him is the top of his head, two eyes, and a Nose.
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"You have my apologies for my attire, sodales. When I wear formal robes, I am frequently mistaken for a particularly garish animated hassock. Didn't want there to be any misunderstanding, y'see." (The corollary -- that there be no misunderstanding about who and what he actually is, and what Mons Electi is letting themselves in for if they admit him -- is left unspoken.)