[u][b]Thessir[/b][/u]

When three was one, one became four, became two.

Two became three, became five. Five became many.

Yikes. Too many in Thessir's opinion. [i]Who invited a school of fish to this tea party?[/i] He wondered. He looked all around him, his face shrouded as she scanned about. He could only see them all from the waist down due to the rim of his hat however most of what they could see was hat past the collar. Looking under would provide only a vague silhouette of his head thanks to the shroud of darkness such a big hat provided. Those who were looking for it would just barely be able to make out his cheshire grin.

His shoulders were relaxed. The wind playfully mingled with his dark mop of hair. His coat swayed with the breeze. The sunlight was anemic, hardly shining the cloud covered skies of this land. It was as if even the sun could see the scars of the corruption still fresh on the land just outside this little fenced off place. It was a dim day, the air cool against his skin. It was cooler than he liked, than what he was now used to.

He saw a lot of somebodies but the certain somebody who he was here to meet was sure nobody among the somebodies around, as far as he could see that is. At the very least the elfin bloke answered his query.

[b]"I'm sorry, I don’t follow... the name’s Lydrim, how should I address you?"[/b]

Thessir leaned forward, more than he was anyways, and cocked his head slightly with an expression of mock confusion for what little of it they could see right then under his hat.

"Aa... Drezs? I um, I can, ah, drezs myzelfez juzt fine, thankz."

Thessir punctuated the end of his joke with a short uncertain chuckle. He then stuck his leg out straight and turned like a weathervane. Falling forward a bit he landed with an odd thunk from his big brown boot before dragging his other leg under him 'till he was standing straight once more. He was now facing the rest of them.

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"Hyello."

He greeted them. "Hyolo" He greeted them again, differently this time. "He'll low."

"Hellohellohellohelohelohellhellhellhell!O!"

He flung his arms out to each side, greeting each and everyone at once. All the while he had not raised his head, not enough to see their chests and higher past his hat's rim. As suddenly as it happened he dropped his arms to his side and started over towards the onyx building, teetering from left to right and back with each step he took. He looked up at it, taking in the sight of this relatively short structure.

"Neat Ztuff." He remarked, followed by a pause.

"It'z almozt az eef thyiz garden eezn't completely empty!"

What followed could only really be described as maniacle cackling. He laughed way harder at his own joke than any joke warranted. Wrapping his arms around himself he held his sides, his chorus of laughter bordering on the absurd. While his sentiment was true it really wasn't THAT funny, even to him.

But he would laugh. The real joke was yet to be played. With his head forward as he cackled his hat was leaned so that while they could only see the back of his head he could look and see them in full. He cast what was both a brief and secretive glance behind him, gauging the reactions of the crowd at his back before turning back to resume his character. The laughter died down and there he simply stood, head down and arms hanging limply at his sides.