It's been much too quiet lately.
Oh, that's a fine thing but, by the lion's mane, it can't bode well. If the castle is indeed plotting something on this... Hallow's Eve... I fear it will be the end of us all.
[there's a pause, and then a sigh] For all you poor souls who've come during this time of peace, I am quite sorry. I'm afraid the truth will be a rather rude awakening, if not worse.
[Goodguy/security filter]
Perhaps he's been forgotten...You humans are so hasty to forget anything that's not immediately under your nose... but for any interested, Legato Bluesummers has both returned to and left from the castle once more, though his room still bears his unfortunate nameplate.
Perhaps he's changed his ways, but I don't doubt his movements will mean trouble in the end. [...a warning which might possibly have more weight if Puddle didn't spend half the time saying the same about the weather]
[/Goodguy/Security Filter]
[after his dismal predictions are complete, Puddleglum can be found sitting in the lobby for once. He has a pair of pants in front of him which he is quietly and patiently darning. Feel free to stare at the strange, green creature or mock him for being domestic. He'll be there for awhile]