Fray followed along on the tour. Not as much gawking at the scenery around him as watching it carefully. The forest catching his eye and making him want to linger behind. The forest was the one place that he felt comfortable. Neither like Halter or Earth. A place that was new and kind and...<br/><br/>An exceptionally short man jumped down on his head from the top of the trees. His makeshift pants made almost exclusively out of pockets and their contents jabbing the back of his head as he could hear the muttering of the man on top, "You can't be this bald." The untrimmed and broken fingernails rubbing across the top of Fray's head.<br/><br/>With less control than was appropriate, Fray dropped about ten pounds of armor and jettisoned the man from his head. A trail of sparkling blue accompanying the action.<br/><br/>Crashing into the underbrush, only laughter escaped as the three foot man hopped back into the pathway. "Well done. Bravo." A few claps thrown in between his words. "Farril, These are some of my new students. I demand introductions." Aside from being about half the expected size, his body was a respectable and darkly tanned build. Hair a mix of singed and pulled out and with one eyebrow intact that confused his expressions.<br/><br/>Fray cut in, "Why don't you tell me who you are first, and why you were on my head." Another segment of armor dropped away as Fray prepared another spell.<br/><br/>"I'm the head and only professor of Herbology, Alchemy, Homeopathy. At least the working kind. Medicine. Technically I'm not the professor on that, but I rule the non-magic branch. and gymnastics, which is terribly unattended. As for names, call me what you like. Most call me Bonkers, and they're not wrong."<br/><br/>"And my head?" Fray was tempted to jettison the man again. He seemed to enjoy it and Fray wanted to watch this time as the man tumbled away.<br/><br/>"All students must supply hair, nail, mucus, hair, and saliva samples at my request. Part of my contract. You make such nice reagents with your ingrained magics and names. Three of my potions need skin from people whose first name has no 'O's in it and has a 'Z' as the fifth letter... I have to import it."<br/><br/>Fray let the magic gently waft around him, no longer concentrated into a spell. "I'm Fray, no 'Z's here." He was actually surprised to see someone that made Catherine look calm. She was following a tour, Bonkers was barely following his own thoughts.