He’s a crotchety old teenager, whose voice has the sort of piercing, gravelly treble possessed only by the prematurely aged. When he sits, he slouches, with stiff and wiry limbs arrayed in all sorts of strange and unnatural angles, so that it would appear as though he were some sort of puffing, leather clad bush, or tree. When addressed, he
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