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The Fool is sitting in front of the window. His back is straight and he looks like he's been berated for having bad posture from how stiff his spine is. His walking stick is in his lap, hands resting on it.

And he just stares at the window. Nearly unblinkingly.

It's kinda creepy.

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"Considering matters of state, o king?" asks his grand vizier from nearby. "It is a good king who gives the state of his kingdom so much of his thought."

There's a blink and he smiles at Yrael. For a moment it's just a not quite right smile, but shifts to something more normal within seconds.

"Concerning the state of the window."

If he were shaped like a cat, his ears would have just perked.

"Indeed?"

With the walking stick he gestures at it.

"There are cracks. Tiny ones. Itsy bitsy fine as hair cracks."

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"They have been there a while, unless there are more than I last noticed. There were once great quaking and shaking in the bar, and it caused much... damage."

"Yes... but what if you wanted to make them bigger? What if you wanted to make the entire window..." he pauses for dramatic effect. "shattered?"

Yrael is unimpressed by dramatics. "Why would I want that?"

Bah. He has no sense of drama.

"To see what would happen, of course! I mean here is this window... it leads out into somewhere... and it's the only thing that is protecting us, isn't it, from out there? Imagine the insanity, the mayhem... the problems it would cause if it would break. It would be beautiful!"

This is one of the reasons why normal people don't like hanging around the Fool. He has a weird sense of fun.

If it were some place Yrael did not care for? He would be all for this plan. In this case? Not so much.

"It would bring mayhem and destruction to my home."

A conflicted look crosses the Fool's face.

"What fun would it bring you, to destroy the home of others and thus alienate those who might otherwise have been your friends? There would be no room in their hearts for the fear of being foolish when destruction comes for them, even if it came at your hand."

"The destruction is going to come. It's in the air. Things are going to tumble and break, unless something in the cards changes," he says softly, not looking at Yrael, not really looking at anything in the bar itself. "It's a shifting. An ending and a beginning... A new beginning. But... for that new beginning to happen, the old must be wiped away."

"You speak of inevitability, but also speak of causing such a break. Inevitability is one thing."

"Finding someone specific is planning on endangering my home and my friends is another."

One he does not take well, as his history will attest.

His eyes gleam gold and bells ring.

"It's inevitable. But that doesn't mean there can't be guidance. To make it as least traumatic as possible...while still spectacular."

The Fool sighs and looks away, running his hands through his hair. "I don't know how to explain it. I'm sorry. It's ... I wish I could say it's not something I wish to do... but I would be lying to you."

He's clearly conflicted and upset about this. And even more, confused about feeling like this.

Human feelings suck.

"Lie to me, then," Yrael says, all trace of humor gone from the face of the human-shape he wears.

"And make be believe it when the time comes."

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