Please let the Duke know that his next Court Jester has arrived."
You strike quite a compelling pose.
"Ah…you're one of those," the sentry grumbles. She locks both hands around her pike and calls over her shoulder.
"Is the Steward's office still seeing scoundrels like this?"
A short footman looks at you briefly and frowns. "I think Timshel said they were done."
"Timshel," she scoffs. "I say he's done, if you ask me."
The sentry looks to the queue behind you and sighs. "Take this one to Malodoro then, get an answer direct."
The man salutes her, then gives a sharp whistle to you. He turns his back and starts walking towards the drawbridge.
You blink. You rank with the hounds, then, it seems….
You bow to the sentry and scurry after him, just glad to be past the gates.
Past The Walls