Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5543592-20170421012937

"Well I love the sound of my own voice, so I think not." The Jester replied.

As Tim took his seat, there was notably one other chair empty, aside from the King's chair.

A man stepped through the door way, wearing a worn-out winter coat with faded recon armour underneath. His beard was rough, his hair unkept, and a faint scar trailed down over one of his eyes. He had a lean, muscular build that was only visible because of the tightness of his armor, and revolver hung in a shoulder holster, concealed by his jacket. It was the man who had spoken with Deaphanie earlier, and he still looked just as weary. The two servants outside pulled the doors closed behind him.

"Ah, Tanner!" The Jester chittered, clapping his hands. "That's Sir Tanner, he's a knight, lady and boys.  Delighted you decided to join us, Tanner.  Can I interest you in a French red?"

"Fuck you." Tanner muttered, moving to sit opposite William, between Rick and Deaphanie.

The Jester laughed heartily, like Tanner had told some private joke. "What witty repartee!  Alright now that you're all here, we can begin.  Servers!" The Jester clapped again, calling towards the kitchen.