You're proud of being the one to share the compelling news with a whole cast of characters throughout the palace grounds, including sentries, gardeners, and anyone else who seems to be standing still.
A familiar face with ridiculous hair catches your eye. Tom Fletcher is helping to dress a team of coach horses when he hears your whistle.
"I've got a tale for you," you call out.
"Eep," Brute follows up, caught up in the spirit of the thing.
Onward