Cretil in his wanders passed many stalls offering food and other attractions. He was so amased by the swirling lights and colors, ht couldn't help but smile and try to pat down his un natural hair. This hair, not taking orders contiuned to stand tall shaping what seemed to be animal ears underneath. He passed by some figures he thought were odd. The man on the bench with a scythe on his lap, for one. Not trying to be rude, but more friendly and caring he approached this man; bouncy as usual.[@Blizz]

[color=00746b]Hi! Im Cretil What is your name?[/color]

His perky attitude would brighten a mood, his hair flopping slightly to a normal ish hair style. Before long this hair again perked, appearing as if there were horns under neat hit now. His eyes happy but wandering about as if he was only paying half his attention to this new conversation.