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Ah, Nyx. The Goddess of the Night, the etheral sylph of darkness. Oh, how The Jester swooned. I am The Jester, because it is my occupation to jest. I don't have any other names, Neo, ward of Nyx. It was how things worked where he came from; Hunters were called The Trapper, or The Tracker, and likewise for every other trade. I entertain, he said, now rearing slowly up onto his hind legs with his tail tucked to cover his underbelly, and I listen. I remain silent and learn secrets. The Jester winked at Neo as he took slow, slightly unsteady steps.

It is my job to hear the things that no one is supposed to know.

He did a small dip and bowed back onto all fours, hoping the small performance had been enough to get the boy's attention. Why do they call you Neo?