Stephanie
*A masked figure would've been running through the forest. Seeming to be running from something beast like. Loud growling would've been heard behind him, multiple ones at that, leaves, branches breaking behind the creatures running after him. The harlequin dressed figure would 've clutched his fist flicking it seeming trying to cause something but POOF just smoke . He would have gasped as he sees light from not far from him, he 'd runs towards it diving right in front of the armored man saying quickly "Hello! I brought ya friends!" *Would pull out his daggers * "These friends aren't to friendly though soooo that ain't to SHARP of em, think ya can give me a hand real quick?"
Bertha
At the time, Edmund was preoccupied with taking care of his wound so, once the strange joker jumped into his camp, nearly extinguishing the flames that saved his life began to spoke, he roared out in pain and anger, pulling a jagged dagger out of his thigh and caughterizing the wound with his own right after.. Even though he had a twig between his teeth, the crumpled-up wet wood didn't stand a chance - his teetch ripped through it, letting his voice roam and echoe yet again through the forest. 

A couple of seconds later he turned to Jestah, frowning at his presense. "Gods, damn me to eternal heated punishment, why must I stumble across whacky figures at every turn today?" He muttered out, picking his sword up from beneath the snow. He then turned to face the quickly approaching animals, ready to gut himself another dinner...
Stephanie
The figure pushed himself off the snowy forest floor. He was quick dust himself off before he twirled the daggers he took off his waist inbetween his hands in a clockwise motion. He'd say in a cheerful voice 
 "I unno eitha buts what can ya do when the show seems to be around you!" 
 
The man seemed to let off a cheerful giggle before WOOSH two guard dog like hounds pounced out of the woods staring at the masked man paying no mind to the armored figure . The man flinched as they had landed looking over to them chuckling 
 
 "Oi the mutts av arrived... Minds takin they's eyes off lil ol me? I ain't really desired to be someones chew toy todays."
Bertha
"Why do you have guard dogs after you?" 

Edmund enquired with great curiosity, pulling himself up to stand in a defensive guard. He faced the dogs with an annoyed grin, waiting for the hounds to make their move towards the jester-looking character... And soon enough, they did, one of them leaping forth with a loud series of barks before suddenly stopping in its tracks and whimpering out in fear and pain and falling to the ground - with two swings delivered from above, Edmund cut the poor animal in half, leaving its mutilated remains to shiver in the crimson snow.

Now came time for the second dog to meet its end as it leapt forth, this time toward Edmund, meeting its abrupt end at the tip of his sword, which simply drove itself through the mutt's body like a heated knife would through butter. Edmund stared into the dying creature's eyes, wanting to be the last thing that the animal'd see in its life. Theatrics, mostly, but to make a good impression is everything.
Stephanie
Before the Jestah could even say a single word he was taken back by the seer power of the man in front of him. Jestah, was hoping that the figure was strong enough to protect him but he assumed he'd require a hand not handle the animals by himself like they were nothing but his play things. Jestah stares at the man without saying a single word, he'd stare at him for a good five seconds before breaking the silence with a clap.
Bertha
Quickly cleaning his blade of the poor animals' blood, he sheathed it and, to Jestah's slight surprise, responded with an elegant bow - every performance must end with one. But right after, he settled down in front of the campfire, extending his hands towards it after throwing in a couple of small logs to feed the dying flame and not suffocate it. 

His thoughts were conflicted, to say the least: what was this man doing out in the forest, chased around by the guard dogs? Why is he dressed as a court entertainer in those frozen pines and, most importantly, perhaps... Is he a threat? All of that prompted Edmund to keep his hand on his still hot dagger to have, at the very least, a fighting chance if Jestah were to do something.

"Sit down beside the fire, if you'd like. Meat's all yours." He nodded toward the recently killed dogs and wargs that lay in the snow. "In the mean time.. What's your name?" He enquired once again, interested to know what kind of person was standing beside him.
Stephanie
The man just walks around the figure making a circle in the snow with his boots before stopping infront of him. The man would feel as if the masked figure is just staring at him before a chuckle is heard coming from him as he gives off a very elegant showman bow. He'd then speak saying in a voice that was a decent mix of a showman and the joker. 
 "They's calls me Jestah! Jestah the happiest showman around! If not the finest as well." 
 As he says that the man flicks his wrist and a small smoke cloud puffs out in his palm, it was a bright purple color. As he blows it into Edmunds face and the smoke vanishing, Edmund would see the Joker card being held in between his thumb and his finger. He'd twirl around as he seems to peer towards Edmund, waiting for his reaction.
Bertha
Unimpressed, Edmund sat there, looking at the flames of the campfire rather than Jestah's tricks... His enthusiasm was all but gone after the encounter with the murderous shaman that lay dead not too far away from his camp as well - a detail that Jestah's eyes'd definitely picked up on by now. A still, bloodied-up corpse of a strange-looking human being, all covered in rotten eyes, teeth and small bits of bones with a handaxe on its belt: it stayed the same, still... Dead in a frozen puddle of its own dark red-ish liquid. 

"Jestah, huh? Interesting name. Care to remove your mask, settle down and tell me your story? Or would you rather head off, remaining mysterious?" Edmund was blunt, sounding a bit irritated, even. But that came more from his wound and damaged clothes rather than the Jester's mediocre showmanship skills that'd failed to impress him.

"Name's Edmund, by the way. Figure it's best to introduce myself as well." His voice rang out once more, his line of sight unbroken from the dancing tongues of the flame in front of him... That familiar warnth; what a peasant feeling. As if he were back in High Helm's keep, sitting beside the fireplace. The only thing missing was a chalice with wine and his siblings running around in the hall.
Stephanie
The man would take a seat by him not really minding the corpses around him. He'd cross his legs as he sits down clapping his hands together seeming ready to sing his tale. He'd clear his throat before he looks Edmund saying clearly in a enthusiastic voice. 

"Well my story is simple, I tried to take some items from a nobles house, thoughts no lived der no moe. So I thought this was a "Golden" Opportunity to make a profit. Welp guess the house was just under renovation cause whens I bloody enter through a window a hear this noble lass screetch. " The mimics the screetch mockingly before continuing his story "So her husband hears this runs in... Sees me in their bedroom and yells for the guards. I hops out the window and begin making my run ...Long story short i'ms ere now with dogs chasin me... Wells I hads dogs chasin me... Till ya killed em."

"I says husband but it couldah been just a random man trynna fit his sword into her seathe, I unno how nobles works. Alls I know is nows i'm ere in the bloody cold ass forest lost as all bloody ell." The man seems too happy for his own good to be in such a situation "But enough about me! Tell me why ya are here."
Bertha
Listening to the man's tale cautiously, Edmund watched Jestah's every move, ready for everything at this point. When the story came to nobles, he flinched, but, hearing about some 'lass' made him settle down - this scumbag didn't try to get anything from High Helm. Although, the knight was still not fond of the fact that this joker tried to steal from the ones like him - people that'd earned their names and fortunes through hard work and, sometimes, bloody sacrifices.

"Good thing you stumbled across me then, eh?" He looked over at the flames that were catching back on before throwing another patch of twigs into the fire and watching as the sparks quickly jumped into the air. "But I have a question, before I tell you about myself." He then spoke, granting the now more lit figure another glance "Did you happen to catch the nobles' name? Or, perhaps, their sigil?" He then turned to his sword which was, to his dismay, now sightly chipped from having to break through the bones of the dogs that now lay, frozen in the deep crimson snow.
Stephanie
Jestah sits there on the cold snow seeming to have been eyeing the noble figure, he'd let off a healthy chuckle from how much ,Edmund, was asking about Jestah. Jestah claps his hands together before replying with.

"Wells I tolds cha I thoughts the place was abandoned so no I never figure out who's house it was . I saw nothing other then a rather nice looking noble woman and a nude noble man running in, otha then that I unno anything abouts em. Soo i'm innocent I just went into a building thinking it was empty and was sadly mistaken, guess you could say I BARKED up the wrong tree."
Bertha
Edmund Silverstep, Witherlands
The Pines of Morn

"You seem to be putting a lot of emphasis on some of the words you say. I am not sure if you're trying to make it more comedic through that." Was his responce to the silly puns that the jester made. Soon, he pulled up a piece of meat that he cut out earlier from the wargs and stuck it onto a twig... Simple, really, but it helped to not burn his hands or dirty the meat in soot and dust after letting it fry on the coals. 

"As per my story.. All you need to know is that I am a travelling fighter in search of a noble who'd accept my services. A sword for hire, perhaps." That was his only tidbit of a story that prefased this encounter. "Oh, and I suppose you're wondering about the corpses that are strung all around us?... In a way, I am still confused as to how they got here as well. All I can is one of them made a bad choice in their life which ended up being their last."

Shivering a tad, Edmund stood up and went into his makeshift tent after grabbing the rest of his belongings that were scattered about. "If you need to, stay by the campfire. But come not a step closer to this shelter, understood?" Not waiting for an answer, he laid down on the wolf's hide and closed his eyes, listening closely to what the other male was doing.
Stephanie
Jestah, Winterlands
The Pines of Morn

Jestah sat there on a log listening to Edmund speak never seeming to get a chance to say anything back through the entire conversation . As Edmund went into his tent and layed down closing his eyes for a while there was silence about thirty minutes would pass or so you would assume. All that would be heard from time to time was Jestah cracking a joke maybe at a nobles expense, maybe at his own, but it would seem to always leave the masked figure giggly. Edmund would hear cards shuffling and sometimes some humming, Jestah, clearly seemed to have no where to go as of now. Edmund than hears the man stand up and begins walking around as tree branches would be heard breaking and being snapped apart. ...It was easy to tell the flames of the campfire had died down.

"Oh oh, a little like this... Maybe like that... PERFECT!" *The masked man seemed to be speaking to himself at the time as he seems to have been doing something with the camp fire before Edmund realizes it's gotten a lot brighter and the fire that was supposed to be dying down now has erupted in a roar.*