King Saul is visibly uncomfortable, and grows all the more so when the jolly crowd howls in excitement, eager to see more of Baggage and whoe'er the King might name. You know full well he's not personally fond of fooling, but to fail to name someone now would be a grave disappointment to the multitude, and could even be construed an insult to the Gramercys. Hotfoot set this up admirably well, you think….
He leans back in his throne, and Hero and Hail lean inwards for a brief royal conference.
His Majesty sets his shoulders and makes a decision.
"Bandochel?" he calls out. "Where art thou, fool? Approach, and show thyself."
You take a deep breath, thinking quickly as you step forward.