Of course Omar expected snootiness from the Theiri nobles but that didn't seem to unsettle him. Though, perhaps he<em>could</em>have left his trademark hammer at home, but he felt proper with it hanging there at his hip. His mother had pulled her three children aside, but Omar did not need to be told what she was going to say. He knew very well that they reflected not only the Aserit kingdom but their parents themselves. It seemed to take a bit longer to be greeted, of course the Theiri didn't have discipline over their people, so bickering could be found taking place if searched for and so the court Fool was left for the Aserit to be welcomed by.<br/><br/>When his mahogany eyes landed on the Fool, he was some what surprised to see her, never having seen a female jester. She was rather petite but very nimble. However, the distance she landed from the Aserit didn't exactly push boundaries like jesters were meant to. However, it was more than what he could attest for the other spineless Theiri. A smirk crossed Omar's lips at that, of course, more bravery in a small girl like this than in the rest of the Theiri, they more fools than the Fool herself. He listened as she spoke in rhyme, amused with the Fool- what no insults or truths thrown into their faces?<br/><br/>No matter. "Thank you for your... warm welcome miss...?" he said, waiting for her to introduce herself. "Please, lead us to the Theiri court..." he said, despite his calm tone and composure, he seemed as much as a wolf chained on a leash. He didn't exactly like the frivolous nature of the Theiri and preferred solving problems with his hammer rather than uncomfortable manners like this. However, he understood that some things couldn't be solved the way he wanted them to be and furthermore, he understood the importance of image and right now, his image mattered more than his ability to swing his hefty hammer.