It was raining.

A funny rain. The kind of rain that's cool to touch, but makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It wasn't clear, but a minty green. He extended his arm outside the window and caught a few drops in his palm.

The shadows momentarily lifted from his face as lightning streaked the sky. The Minister was a troubled man. He was a thinker, not a leader. And yet, here he was at the forefront.

He needed advice. Someone he could turn to. Someone who would lend him a helping hand.

*CRASH*

His hand went to the hilt of his sword as he turned swiftly. His eyes narrowed. Who would...oh

The Jester. Grinning. Him and his stupid shoes again.

'Why did he insist on wearing them?'

The Minister rubbed his temples gingerly. This was not going to be easy.

Mental note: Find a new Jester.