He kicked a rock and watched it fall into the water. He'd been around for a long time, but didn't know the grounds the way he should have. Which was a shame, at least that's what he heard the folks around the courtyard saying. The king had been busy that morning either listening to other peasants problems, or being his normal jolly self around his nobles. Aside from that, nothing much had been going on, which bored him. Tapping his chin, he thought about what he could do in his spare time without getting into trouble. Trouble being the trigger word. With a grin, and a jingle of his gold bells, he stood up and walked into town looking for a few people he could possible grab and throw into some horrible dungeon. Nothing more entertaining than a good morning torture session, so long as the king didn't find out about it.