The scribe makes a few notes on his scroll.<br/><br/>"I see.  Well, you have the look about you of a man in desperate need of ducal charity.  I do not suppose it shall stretch credibility to say so much as we ought provide at the very least a good pair of trousers...however, the poetry festival is not for several weeks.  You may wish to find some honest labor in the meantime to occupy yourself."<br/><br/>His beady little eyes focus on the other unfortunate soul before him.<br/><br/>"And now you.  Speak without fear of condescension or contradiction, there's a good fellow."