You set your foot back to another trial, choosing the amusement park. There, you can already hear a jingle of bells, so you hide; only for the jester to huff and puff forth, the colorful red and yellow outfit pushing forth on the rotund, old jester. But what he puts upfront, was a hand puppet; a poorly done scruffy mutt who has human teeth in the snout and big, round attached eyes. What peaked from out of the snout, was a dart; it's also a weapon. A crossbow inside a puppet. And he leaned that weapon forth, acting as if the Little Sire is looking around. "But I don't see anyone around here, sire!" Cried the fool, sniffling and wiping his nose. "QUIT YOUR BLABBERINGS, OLD BAG OF LARD!" Scolded him the Little Sire, who was meant to exhagerate the Duke's wrath. The fool like him could mock the Duke unarmed; no one took the man seriously. So he did; mimicked the Duke because no one cared. Did Duke act this way? Probably not. Does not seem like the man; but was he thinking this way? Who is to say, judging by how he acts. "STOP- STOP MUSTERING AROUND AND LET ME- BARK!" Barked constantly little Sire, "BUT WHEN I CATCH THEM...OH, DON'T WORRY WITH WHAT DADDY DO WITH HIS FREE TIME! Ha ah ha ah ha ah!" His sharp laugh echoed, clinking it's weapon.