You stood by the side of the bored ruler of your village. With a large fan by your hands to cool off the feathery and extravagant figure of Shen by the throne, your gaze followed his uninterested figure. A frown marred his lips and his vibrant eyes hardening with each moment as the jester upon the court couldn't hold his attention.

"Another mediocre performance..." His voice guttural and elusive of any hint of fondness, "What else is there than constant replays of practiced acts."

He looked over to you, beckoning as his talons traced the fan, "Tell me, peasant. Does this mere play amuse you?" Before you could answer, he crumpled the equipment in his hand. "Perhaps my fan-bearer has more interesting stories or acts?"