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

[b]"You don't have to pretend. I know what real madness looks like. I'll introduce you to my older brother someday and you can take notes,"[/b]

Thessir looked up at what little of the strange fish lady who introduced herself in a name much too superfluous he could see past the rim of his hat. He'd just call her Miss Seventhfourth for short.

"I'm not pretending to be mad."

He answered back in what was servicable Sirenian, largely coming across as a series of whistles and clicks to those not versed in the aquatic language. While not a full polyglot Thessir's had plenty of run-ins with interesting folk from just about everywhere.


Meanwhile the one lady was trying to out-dog the dog while the big bird lady made a flap and spoke of arrows which sing. All of it mattered little as the true host arrived, at least that's what she sounded like. The strange hooded lady spoke to the lot of them, speaking of a university of sorts. What was interesting was that her voice seemingly surrounded them. Perhaps it wasn't around them at all but rather inside them? More interesting however were the implications of her words. She spoke of former sages, those figures of hype and legend.

Thessir strode over to the fountain, wind mingling with the tail of his coat, and set his left boot up upon the lip of the fountain.

"Alaz! Ourrr venerrrable hozt makez herrr appearanziz!"

He proclaimed, leaning on the fountain with his foot. With a wry grin he lifted the edge of his hat with the index finger of his right hand, lifting up enough to see her now revealed face, well, somewhat revealed. She wore a veil but it didn't really cover the more telling of features such as her horns or unearthly eyes.

"Zzzo," He opened, engaging the stranger stranger with talk. "Out weeth thee old, een weeth the new hm? I havel but a szimple queztion." He gestured to her with the hand not currently holding up his hat as he asked.

"Dead, Gone or zzimply tirrred of a dayz work are they?"