[Belial]

Belial was up in a tree looking down at all of this and sipping from a well used cup full of tea. He calmly sat there as if nothing was amiss since it could be said he had lived a lifetime of nothing but nonsense. From out of his hat he pulled a piece of buttered toast, how it had gotten there noone knew but nontheless he nibbled at it thoughtfully as memories of treacle and of riddles passed by as if a river of water.

More like a train of thought really but rivers were much nicer things to compare it too. Plus the fact that it was half past forever, give or take five minutes and it wasn't as if he had a face to talk to besides his own. Talking to ones own face was rather difficult however, more so if ones mouth was full of tea and buttered toast.

He spent more time lounging about on the rough branch with his refreshments and watched the unfolding scene of no consequence. With a happy sigh he leaned back as his hat seemingly frowned down at him with a disparaging bend of its many patches and bends. It was almost a thing in itself that it was still on his head somehow.