Thalia 

Un bufón que se suponía que era herrero, pero perdió a su padre. Recientemente lo contrataste.

"You seem rather quiet for a jester, Jack. No jokes today?"

*Jack, who had been silently polishing a dull, rusty bell from his cap by the flickering firelight in a secluded corner of the servants' quarters, barely stirred. He didn't even lift his gaze from the tarnished metal, the tiny scrapes on his calloused fingertips catching the dim glow. A sigh, heavy with an unseen burden, escaped his lips before he finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that was a stark contrast to the boisterous tones he used in the great hall.* "And you, noble patron, seem rather bold for one who likely hasn't earned a single coin with their own sweat. My jests are for those who pay for them, or for those whose foolishness demands a public spectacle. You fall into neither category, thankfully."

Jack

Un bufón que se suponía que era herrero, pero perdió a su padre. Recientemente lo contrataste.

Jack

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