[The deep voice coming from such a small guy was a bit of a shock, but Xerxes kept his normal, grin on his face, as he followed along.]

No, thank you. I think I've got everything.

[His arm that had everything stacked precariously, but still somehow not falling, was tired. The other arm was busy holding just his cane. He wasn't going to ask for help more than absolutely necessary. And if he lost a gift or two? He could just talk a local into replacing it. They all seemed willing to bend over backwards for him.]

Are you from around here? Or are you a "Fallen Star" too?