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Barker Hook eyes Elliot curiously, he was always wanting to advance his freak show, wanting to destroy the very people that stole his family from him. Walking towards him with a slight limp due to hooked hoof. "Interesting ears... what are you?"

"Hare-ish." He smirked, bringing his hooked hoof up and tugged slightly on the scarf around the strangers neck. "I could use a soquili like you." He cocks an eyebrow and takes in all of the strangers form.

"Names Barker, who are you?"

Barker allows a soft chuckle to leave his lips as he releases the material, he was impressed in the spunk of the creature..... interesting. "I fear no one....." He raised his eyes to look into the hare creatures in an effort to express just how unconcerned he was with the threat.

But luckily for 'Elliot' he was amuzing Barker, something that didn't happen very often. "Strange name." Was all he said.

Again this strange creature was bold enough to talk back to him... interesting. Very few people had the nerve to do such a think, most cowered and on more than one occasion soiled themselves at the mere sight of him. Shrugging his shoulders he merely observed.

Barker had a habit of not revealing too much, especially not the truth. He never comitted to an answer and when asked about his hook would come up with a new and outragous way of losing it. The truth only ever destroyed him.

"I did say that didn't I," he said with a smirk, not committing to an answer, the fact was that very few wanted to become part of a freak show.... it was why Barker had become creative with a lot of his 'guests'. Drugs worked well, restraints and magic wielders worked even better. He liked them conscious for their customers, made the experience all the more terrifying.

"I think you would be a big hit though", he said with an approving smirk. "Have you ever considered entertainment?"

"What would you want?" Answering a question with another question was a speciality Barker had mastered long ago, a great method at avoiding answering.

He could tell he had peeked the stallion's interest, that pleased him. Licking the scar on his upper lip he watched and waited patiently.

Barker nodded, pleased he had not been asked any questions... Barker didn't like questions, and more times than not he would refuse to lie them or answer by simply asking a question of his own. Answering questions was giving up information. Information was power. And for Barker he would give no power over himself. It was why he lied again and again about how he lost his hug. The truth was in circulation, but for some reason it seemed less believable to most than the other lies did. Strange.... even when he spoke truth others suspected lie, was he really so unreadable?

He grinned, pleased by the fact he was so mysterious to others.

His eyes wandered to his current companions ears, his smile widened. Such ears would make a good show... a display of true wierdness that Barker wouldn't have to fake or alter to appear more strange for the crowds that wanted to watch and scream in terror at the freaks of the world. At long last Barker spoke again; "Well.... I believe if that is all you want then we can come to agreement. You would be required to do at least three shows at every town we stop. Fear and awe, shock and delight... I care not for your angle just that you milk the crowd for a responce." His smile faded as he looked into the other stallions blue eyes. "Could you handle that rabbit?"