Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190828021314/@comment-7262318-20190917034446

"Oh, I most certainly do have my reasons... but not to be revealed just yet!"

The door lead out to a flight of stairs, into a room that was brightly illuminated by a gilded chandelier. Tapestries depicting the black hand of the Dark Brotherhood were hung around the room, and a giant glass depiction of the dread lord himself was built into the wall. A giant dining table, able to sit 20 people or more, was set up with plates and silverware neatly organized. Along the middle of the table, there was plenty of meat, fruits, stews, soups, and vegetables. Freshly sliced, cooked, and smelling delicous. Cicero had even gone through the trouble of adding a few flower pots to the corners of the room.

The Jester himself stood at the head of the table, but he was no spirit. He was very much made of flesh, and dressed in the traditional garb of a High-Rock court fool. He wore a grin that spread from ear to ear as he wiggled and leaned forward, barely able to contain his joy.

"Oh, it's so nice to have company!" He chirpped. "No one visits poor Cicero anymore... mother barely has any time for him now!"