The dying of the laughter in the dining hall signals the end of Chicot's performance. When the king waves him off he skips away merrily, his cheery demeanor falling away in a heartbeat once he's out of view.

When he spots your familiar figure he immediately beelines. He sneers as he approaches you, one of the many squires to the many knights in the castle.

"The prince sounded like a damn dying donkey." He says bitingly and rolls his eyes, but settles next to you.