A tall, thin man in a tattered wizard's robe stumbled into the room, his pointy hat askew, proudly displaying the word "Wizzard." His eyes were wide with a perpetual look of unease, and his unkempt hair seemed to have a life of its own. A scrubby beard clung to his face, clearly unsuited for him. A frantic air clung to him, as if he was constantly on the brink of disaster. He paused, took a deep breath, and managed to stammer, "I am Rincewind, who are you?"