Trahearne's skepticism is not unexpected. In response, the Fool's lips curl in amusement. "Not always," he replies wryly and shifts some in the plush seat to make himself more comfortable, adjusting the fall of his scarlet sleeves so that they don't bunch uncomfortably. "The court of the Six Duchies called me such while I lived there as their simple court jester. The king's grandson, reviled by the court, is the one who turned it into a name." His tone grows soft, fond, as he speaks of Fitz, his eyes distant.

Then he comes back to the moment and smiles at Trahearne again. In a move that is a bit theatrical--understandable, knowing that he once tumbled and entertained as a jester--he dips his head and makes an artful gesture with one hand. "It is good to meet you, Trahearne."