You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
You've been expecting me!?! Haha! I do believe you are mistaken, but alas, I shall entreat you to my story. Tis I am half of but the greatest jester show in all the land! I suspect my other half be wandering about these parts looking for me. Would you perchance have seen him? (Eufoy pauses not a moment for the old hag to respond) No matter! He shall stumble upon me at some point. Anyways... Where was I? Oh! Yes! I was telling you about my exciting adventures and escapades all throughout the land! Surely you will enjoy my great story! Twas once I was invited to perform for a court of royals. It was a most delightful showing! I had the queen herself laughing at my infamous snail joke! That's right! The snail ran out of it's own shell! That one! (The old hag still has yet a chance to speak and is becoming quite irritable at the obnoxious and arrogant behavior of Eufoy) Anyways, she blessed me with the grace of performing before her once more upon a later occasion! Twas going to be glorious second opportunity to impress the queen were it not for the incident, but alack, I shan't bore you with the details. You want to hear about my other great successes! (The old hag has become deeply annoyed at Eufoy. She interrupts-) "Enough! You have blabbered on long enough! Get out! I can't stand your presence anymore! Begone! (Eufoy hastily leaves without uttering a word. He is used to rejection. It has been months without any pay and no one will hire him for a show. He is a nobody, travelling from town to town in desperation. Hardly a soul know who he is and those that meet him take an instant disliking to him. Eufoy has started to embellish his story wherever he goes to try and gain an audience. So what if it wasn't a real queen? She was queen of the pub. That counts right? Truth is there was never a second performance, and the incident was just another of a long string of rejections. He was kicked out of that no-good meaningless pub with but a coin in his pocket. Eufoy gathers his things and departs that wretched tent in search for his travelling companion - Guibert.)
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