As the splash resonates he turns his head and sighs<strong>"Another person brought here by your witchcraft, jester?"</strong>He said before he approached and saw that she was already getting herself out quite well on her own. Sheathing his weapon as he does so. Since he couldn't go back in with all that hefty armor on he would remain at the fires and steps aside to clear a spot for the newcomer. She was… uniquely dressed to say the least and then when she asked about a Ren-Faire he replied in turn.<strong>"What are you talking about? I don't think there is any festival planned beyond those games here."</strong>However then his attentions turned back to the rabbit.<br/><br/>He had to reluctantly attest that she was correct that he had become bored with the tournaments in his own lands. He had amassed so much and had basically everything he could possibly ask for. A castle to call his own, women wanting to become his wife so they could marry into success or for politics.<strong>"Fine. What's our first task? Speak quickly."</strong>He demanded of the black rabbit. This had better be what she claims it as. He was already skeptical of her and her intentions.