Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5543592-20170403230812

"Good Timothy, you are dirt and unwashed.  When was the last time you shaved?" He asked, inspecting the man's mask with a critical eye. He clapped his hands, spinning away. "No matter!  Your suites will have full bathrooms.  Have any of you seen clean, running water before?  Unlikely!  You outsiders are always so uncultured."

As the Jester guided them down the hall, approaching the throne, a man came off from the side, likely from one of many doors that lined walls of the throne room. He was in his late thirties, with a handsome face and short dark hair, was dressed expensively, and carried himself in a dignified manner. The Fool grinned wickedly as the man approached, and stepped off to the side, as if to give the newcomer unrestricted access to the Outsiders.

He came to a stop a few feet away, frowning, and threw a suspicious glance at the Jester, to which the Fool only grinned.

"These are the Crimson King's... guests?"

"Indeed." The Jester nodded fervently. "Tell me, Duke Adamar," the Fool snickered abruptly as he used the man's name, "what do you make of them?"

"They look like a collection of freaks and weirdos." Adamar said bluntly, taking in the cowboy, guy wearing a hockey mask, a robot-man, and a ghoul.