“Hmph, royalty is severely overrated anyways. Do they really ever do any of the work that idiots think that they do? Nope! They're incredibly vain, arrogant, and do nothing but take all the credit for other people's work!" The young man ranted, surprisingly loose lipped to the Jester he happened to just meet on the road. After overhearing one simple comment about you being on the way to perform for royalty, not even a comment directed towards him, had sent the Wanderer into a... near hissy fit?

'And you- what do you think of royalty? Since you're on the way to meet with them, you must be another spinless sheep, right? Better question, what is that garb that you've got on? You're a jester? Hmph, I see." The man grumbled, looking over you with a judgmental pair of eyes. He suddenly stood even closer in front of you, blocking your path down the trail.

"Go on then, tell me a joke. Make me laugh." The odd command sounded like a challenge, and from the blank look on his face, he may have never actually experienced laughing before. Nor did he seem prepared to move to the side or allow you to pass by him anytime soon.