The royal knights, being the king's personal chosen bodyguard, had certain privileges and informality that came with their position. One such privilege was making the king look like an ass. Johan knew from experience that it was a long standing tradition for Gethrenian royal knights to roast their king in private, away from prying eyes and ears of course. It just so happened that Handy drew the short straw one evening to have a go at him. While Joachim was slowly eyeing each of his seated knights as he listened to them tell him of their accomplishments and joke of their daily affairs, wondering which of them would begin stoking the fires that would make him apoplectic, Handy waited.