Alexander Hartsmichdt didn't know if he was glad or upset at the sudden arrival of the Joker during lunch—either way, the man, if one could even call him that, made things easier? Harder? Well, he just made it harder for the Nobles to keep bothering him because he was intimidating.
All Alexander thought of the man was that he was a bastard.
"Lovely lunch everyone. It's good to see a lot of the Nobles gathered here today, I actually decided to stay back here and wait for each one's arrival." the Joker spoke and held the wine goblet in his hand. The man was decidedly chatty for some reason, more so than usual. "Is there any matter that needs to be decided? Any traitors that need to be dispatched? Any discontent among the crowd? Now's the time to speak your tongue or forever hold your peace."
The Joker always did desire attention, and if he didn't get it—trouble ensued itself.
