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You try to keep a lid on your seething at the unexpected burden assigned you. [+Bile]

"For now, Bandochel," the Steward carries on, "I'll have a room prepared for you in the East Tower, above the barracks. And suppertime tonight will be your first opportunity to do your tumbles…" He waves a hand opaquely—"or whatever it is you do, for the Court."

You start. "I'm to perform for the Royal Court tonight?" Having spent years serving Ruffino's company behind the stage, the thought of jumping into the limelight so speedily gives you pause.

He looks back to you briefly, blinking through his spectacles. "Are you a fool or aren't you?"