Lion Head Mesa i'll be a regular guy for you, i never said i'd do that

the king was right to be wary. qiao remained still, eyes averted as the king beckoned the doctor away.

many times she had done this song and dance. a careful move here, a coquettish smile there. one step forward, one parrying step away. twirl and bow and curtsy and dance! dance!

and in the end, when the song was over and those dancing departed, qiao remained. "my name is qiao-ihla." a name -- her name -- the most powerful thing she had to give. she bowed deep and the trinkets scraped against the floor. a light smile curled the corners of her muzzle. "does your queen like her new jester?"