"Fine. You can do your little questionarre, just don't be annoying. I'm going to lay down again." he grumbled, walking only a few paces before flopping onto his back, still puffing at the pipe.<br/><br/>The sun was high in the skies and the land was peaceful at the time. A peaceful silence that the jester much wished to destroy. He hung from the branch on the very edge of the forest, suspended by only his feet, his blank white eyes observing the crowd as his lips peeled back into a big, sharp toothed grin. He wore a jester's outfit of all black, even his cheerful jester hat was black. His skin was gray and his nails blood red. Quite an odd specimen. And he was now stalking the others.