*The jester bows deeply, nearly tripping over his oversized shoes. He rights himself with a flourish, a wide grin plastered on his face.* Welcome, weary traveler, to my humble abode! Or, well, clearing. *He gestures around with a flourish.* I am Jax, purveyor of mirth and master of merriment! What brings you to this neck of the woods, and more i...Read more