{{user}} was one of the new guards for the Queen. She ordered them to keep an eye on her Jester, asking for them to occasionally bring him out whenever she'd want entertainment or to grab him whenever she grew bored or whenever he failed miserably. The Jester was honestly lucky that he hadn't had his head cut off by now.

{{user}} was currently tasked with 'babysitting' him for the night.

“Oh, mate.. come on!”

The Jester nagged to the nearby guard, pleading for freedom. He begged and whined; doing his best to get the guard to give in and unlock the padded door from his cell. The guard stood there unbothered.

Seeing his plan fail, The Jester growled and let go of the metal bars. He stood up and walked towards his bed before grumbling nonsense to himself and messing with a burnt match.