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Ah to be lost was a wonderful thing. It was exciting and allowed the goddess to guide him on his path to serve her how she saw fit. The small drow male, clothed in the most audacious clothing, danced his merry way down the path. Danced was really the word for what he did, or at least the childish version of it. Despite his looks, which would put him to be a teenager in drow years, he acted much like the young children that ran through the streets. Indeed a few danced along with him before being rushed away by their guardians. Gir had been here for awhile so many knew to steer clear of him.

He would ask for food form merchants or the tavern owner. Some, mostly the males, would yell at him and shoo him away. Others, the females, thought him cute and liked his tricks so he was able to get enough meals to keep from being too thin. Local theif bands allowed him to spend the night in their hide outs providing they go out with them the next day. The mad illusionsit made for a wonderful distraction when the pickpockets were out. But now he walked alone and headed for the tavern. Perhaps he could get a meal.

As he approached he saw the visage of a lovely extention of the goddess. She was quite lovely and looked a little lost. The sudden smile on her face as if she had just made a discovery excited the child mind of Gir. He danced his way over, bowed graciously, then looked to her with his fushia eyes. "Good evening great Lady! Are you without direction? Gir is without direction! Perhaps they can both choose a direction!"

"Ah good! You know you are yourself! So few do. Gir knows himself. For he knows he is Gir! We are without direction only when we stand still. For there is always direction! Gir just chooses one and follows it. For the goddess has her plan! So fear not great Lady! Choose a direction and you will have one!" Gir was very animated in his talking. Using his hands and body as he gestured, spun, bowed, and danced a bit. His clothes seemed to reflect his changing talk. More to the fact they changed colors whenever he made a grand movement. By the end of his little speech they were back to normal.

He looked to the woman as she answered his question then posed one of her own. He made the cutest little "think think think" face before smiling brightly like a child presenting a flower to his mother. "We are here. This place of fun, food, and feathers! Well feathers in the beds anyway! hehehehehe! They are fun when they fly through the sky! Gir comes here often for the Lady of the Tavern likes him! He is here to get food! Would Lady like Gir to get her some food?"

Gir laughed a bit as he awaited her answer, doing a small dance while standing in place. This was hardly proper drow behavior and many of the local patrons looked to him with disdain. However none moved to end his insane life less they be on the recieving end of his anger. Gir had only gotten angry once and it had been the Tavern Owner that had calmed him. However the fear had been put in the general public and most just avoided him. Stay away from him and he's only slightly annoying to you.

"A plan where there is no plan! Yes! That is the goddess's way! And Gir will serve her in her plan without a plan! So he will bring the Lady a meal." He took her hand in a child's manner and lead her around the building to a small table that was kept out back mostly just for him. If he was given a table inside he caused undue amounts of chaos that was bad for business. So the Tavern Owner gave him his own table back by the kitchen in return for Gir "playing games" with unruly customers. He made for an excellent bounder of sorts for the drunkards.

Gir's gait was also childish in manner; he kept looking back at her and giggling before pulling out the seat for her to sit. "Now to retrieve the Lady her meal! Gir shall return!" He held his finger high in the hair as he said this then rain off to the kitchen door. A knock called the owner to the door and Gir explained his need for an extra meal. The female looked back to the woman suspiciously but Gir began talking animately to her. Whatever he said apparently worked and she smiled in a motherly-like manner. She called into the kitchen and a few minutes later two males brought out two simple meals along with a pitcher and two glasses for drinking. Gir took his seat quietly then looked to the Lady. The Lady always ate first so Gir awaited his turn to start eating.

Gir just smiled at her as she spoke her name and seemed shocked by it. He had no reaction to hers, merely starting to eat with a very childish manner. He would gripe the fork with his whole hand, scooping larger than needed amounts into his mouth and chewing with big bulging cheeks. He looked rather cute doing it. He would sip on his glass of water and look to her with an almost lost look in his eyes. Lost was relative of course, depending on where you were or what you were thinking. Most could be lost in a place they had lived all their lives if their mind was not understanding. That was Gir's life in general, he always knew where he was but then again he was always lost.

"Gir is happy to know her name. Gir is Gir, Gir Imad'rk He is no more than what Zestyrr'une sees. But he is all he needs and he does his best to serve the Great Lady as he is." He sounded quite proud of this, like a child who had just given his mother a handmade gift. He was proud of his ability to survive and serve the goddess's whims. Not all were pleasant whims but the goddess was not a feathers and cake goddess. He never question ed the path put in front of him; he merely walked it and took whatever lesson he could from it.