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Kasim drummed his fingers against the side of the table, lips thin, eyes slowly wandering around the inside of the small waiting room.
He wasn't entirely sure why he had come to this place.
There were a dozen rumors surrounding the Iron Fortress. Tales of Mages being strung up, thrown onto the pyre, or even put to the question simply because of their natural gifts. Someone like him didn't belong here, someone like him was as close to being thrown out the window as he was to entertaining those who lived here. Of course, perhaps that was exactly why he'd chosen to come.
It was exceedingly exciting to perform in a place like this. The danger of the situation, the gripping fear that lurked around every corner. There was something joyful about that, something that Kasim would surely enjoy as he danced along the thin wire of survival.
In truth it wasn't really that dangerous. The Runes were only part of his act, and most of the time he skated by with only his stories. They were enough to enthrall most nobles, and here he would just have to tailor them to suit the Kings more...dark age likings. Easy enough really.
The Jester shifted slightly, leaning against the table as he waited.
A maid servant had told him that she would prepare a room for him, though that had been almost an hour ago now. He supposed that the Iron Fortress didn't receive many visitors, but it wasn't like he was an elf or something like that. He'd figured they'd be more welcoming to someone like him.
As dreary as this place was.
He wasn't entirely sure why he had come to this place.
There were a dozen rumors surrounding the Iron Fortress. Tales of Mages being strung up, thrown onto the pyre, or even put to the question simply because of their natural gifts. Someone like him didn't belong here, someone like him was as close to being thrown out the window as he was to entertaining those who lived here. Of course, perhaps that was exactly why he'd chosen to come.
It was exceedingly exciting to perform in a place like this. The danger of the situation, the gripping fear that lurked around every corner. There was something joyful about that, something that Kasim would surely enjoy as he danced along the thin wire of survival.
In truth it wasn't really that dangerous. The Runes were only part of his act, and most of the time he skated by with only his stories. They were enough to enthrall most nobles, and here he would just have to tailor them to suit the Kings more...dark age likings. Easy enough really.
The Jester shifted slightly, leaning against the table as he waited.
A maid servant had told him that she would prepare a room for him, though that had been almost an hour ago now. He supposed that the Iron Fortress didn't receive many visitors, but it wasn't like he was an elf or something like that. He'd figured they'd be more welcoming to someone like him.
As dreary as this place was.