Welcome to the carnival, Lambert. Joker still listens, although he doesn’t think it’ll do much good, and shrugs helplessly at the description. “No one I’ve run inta or heard of yet,” he answers. “I don’t think I heard any of the workers before me talk about it either, although I could give it a go rememberin’. I’d ask the Ringmaster, but…”

He quirks up an eyebrow pointedly. It’s the Ringmaster. Getting straight answers out of her sometimes is like trying to cut your own hair, a lesson Lambert should know by now.