The Tabaxi known as "The Jester" was sitting inside the rear Caravan with her long time friend. As always, she was dressed in head to toe in the usual garb of the harlequin. From the mask affixed to her face, to the purple and black garb she was dressed in. And for most of those unfamiliar of her... she had never once removed it. Her legs was kicked up onto a crate while she was laid back on the ground of the wagon. Her foot bobbing as she hummed a small tune to herself.

But eventually, the tune cut off as she glanced to her elven companion. "What say you Elaran, when a blind man crosses trots the road. He knows the route, but not what's around em?"