Finishing up with his legs, Felix coats his fingertips with lotion and carefully rubs it over his face. This is even less pleasant because now he's also getting it all over his hair, but at this point he's beyond caring.

"In that case, I'll work as a mercenary or gamekeeper." No need to engage in any of this other nonsense, obviously.

"A bulletin board." He's skeptical, but at least it somewhat clears up the thing's communication function. "All right..." Once he's done with his face, he finally relents and puts the bracelet on. "So it's a bulletin board, a messenger bird, a scribe with pictures, and a coin purse. Anything else?"