"Ah.  A jester.  Fine, fine, always room for yet another entertainer at one of the Duke's festivals."<br/><br/>The scribe looks from Andar to Gariland and back again for a moment.<br/><br/>"I suppose I ought to release you to the Duke's charity on your own recognizances.  Rest assured that misbehavior shall be promptly dealt with.  Look you to that hilltop.  Do you see what rises there?"<br/><br/>Indeed, there are four large tubes, each some sixty feet at least in length, jutting up into the sky.<br/><br/>"Those are the Duke's punishment tubes.  Miscreants are cast into them, there to linger until hunger and thirst take them.  Novel, aren't they?"