Glevil sat among the crowd of thirteen other mannequins, standing still as the slight muffled sound of music began to play from the room over. Glevil only assumed a traveller had arrived, and it started the quiet, repetitive music Glevil heard every day.

A quiet whisper came from a few of the mannequins, those mannequins having been assumed to be inanimate and unable to speak in this way, were now talking amongst eachother. Glevil shushed them and waited for the arrival of the visitor.