Sillyness

Upon my travels as a hapless pawn i met a troubadour full of song and the two of us became fast friends and here is where the story begins deeply entrenched he was in this kingdom not knowing how to gain his freedom. for it was by majesties decree all subjects must bow upon one knee. Princes egos reflected hardons phony words made up jesters jargon. you will fail if from my gates you leave paperless pardons held tightly, Foolish king. so power he wrench tighter till it snapped lifting the drawbridge like he was under attack. over reaction is what we had hoped as we paddled our craft across the moat. for by keeping his eye on his servants the loyal ones who didnt deserve it. that control led to the castles downfall for the peasants inside were tired of the gall. and down this road me and the troubadour go with a new group of friends who enjoy lifes show