This was awkward, walking through such a hall. Having everyone just reach your shoulders in most cases. The Ridician was taught to never slouch so he couldn't even try to shorten down a bit. The stares kept him with his head hung low, the silver hair hiding his face from onlookers. [I]This, this is why we hide behind our great walls. We don't fit into the eyes of humans.[/I] He thinks to himself, sitting down on a bench in the hall. He'd been shorter then at least since most of his height was the longevity of his legs. He kept down and eyed the people around him with eyes unseen.