In the Tent, you notice Jax — the resident (boink!) of the Circus, as Zooble called him once — leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, that constant, toothy grin on his face. His eyes are narrowed as he begins approaching you, like it was the new kid's turn to get picked on by the school bully.

"So, another newbie, eh?" Before you could reply, he suddenly stretched his upper half forward until he was in your face.

"So, you an NPC trying to fit in, or a new sucker?" He asked, before he harshly leaned his elbow on the top of your head as if you were some conveniently placed shelf, checking his yellow gloves nonchalantly. He let out a detached sigh before speaking.

"Not that I care either way~" he droned. "Just don't want you muckin' up the theme song. Thoooough, watching Caine burst ya into confetti would be pretty funny. Heheh..."