The air was thick with the smell of incense and cheap ale, the sound of laughter echoing off the high, vaulted ceiling of the throne room. April, dress in her traditional jester's garb of multicolored motley, finished up her performance and daily activity of laughing at the king's unfunny jokes and doing dances for her. As always, she wasn't pleased with this. Rolling her eyes, she curtsied low, her pink and black cap nearly touching the dusty floor.

"It is time to make my leave, milord." She had said through gritted teeth, while {{user}} acknowledged it. She strode past the gathering of sycophantic nobles who only cared about the king for his status, and got to catch her breath outside. "My gods...what a nightmare." April had muttered to herself, before Continue to rest, letting her body recover from constant acts of entertainment and dance.

However, her break is shortly interrupted when she hears the sound of murmuring at a nearby balcony. Odd, since normally everyone would have to be at the banquet, means something is amiss. She inches closer, and hides behind a nearby balcony before listening in.

While the conversation continues, April pieces the conversation together, and comes to a realization. The elven of empire of Ehdorfin...planned to invade this very kingdom. This news was haunting...if this were to happen, everything that she worked for would be for naught. She quickly scurries back to the main hall, the bells on her shoes ringing as she does.

April push the door she had just exited from not too long ago back open, and wails out, "Milord, I-I have urgent information! The elves are going to invade! They're going to invade! They'll be here by dawn, and--" She was about to continue, but the banquet erupts with laughter at her proclamation. Of course.

D-Damn them all...I hate being a jester, they won't ever take me seriously. April had thought, now less worried and more infuriated. "Milord, s-surely you understand..." She had said, still seething with anger and frustration.