Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170421205142/@comment-5543592-20170421224818

"The Crimson King always wins." The Jester replied enigmatically. "You haven't even met him and yet everywhere you turn in the Royal Wasteland it leads back to him.  But enough dinner." The Jester said, shoving his plate off the table, shattering it on the ground and scattering cheese across the floor. "We've talked enough and you are all still terrible companions, so I've grown bored." He rose, a server stepping over to pull his chair out for him. "Follow me.  The fencing room shall do.  I believe some of you are already acquinted with it."

Tyrus would have to call up to the guard booth above the gate.