Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190828021314/@comment-7262318-20190918211623

"T'is ish good!" Quen said, mouth so full that it was barely audible.

"C'Can you be our cashle shef?"

"Oh, if only!" He laughed.

Myhs, obviously, couldn't eat so she simply stood there with her arms crossed, "C-can you get to the point already, Cicero?"

"Oh, very well!" Cicero huffed. "Slave over a cooking pot all day just for it to collect dust... flegh!"

"Well, I suppose we can get right to the point then..." Cicero grinned. "See, Cicero too, takes quite an interest in justice and whatnot... much like your guild!"

"You follow a cult that worships death," Vordel folded his arms. "How much justice lies there?"

"Oh, plenty!" Cicero beamed. "Oh, this Jester knows the reputation that preceeds the brotherhood, but we are hardly a murder cult, yes? People call upon us to defend them from wrongdoing, much like you. And we help."

He gently placed his hands on the sheet. "Take her for example!"

He yanked the sheet off of the chair, revealing a woman strapped to the chair. Her arms and legs bound and unable to move, and a gag in her mouth to keep her from talking. Her familiar face had been bruised and cut up, presumably by this Jester. Though a number had been done on her, the group would recognize her as the maul-wielding smith that had helped them clean up the Werewolf den.

"... Quite a hassle she was to wrestle down! But Cicero is deceptively strong!" He laughed.