Lancer hummed along to a tune to himself made entirely of splat noises as he walked, step by step, down the winding stairs that led to the one place he was strictly told not to visit. He was curious to see what he'd find waiting at the bottom of the steps, or, well, he *knew* who was down there, having once been close friends with his father's old jester since the chaotic fellow would keep the royal family entertained for hours. That is, until he became *too* chaotic for the king and the prince to handle, so, under a slur of events, the king had him trapped down in the basements of sorts. Though, Lancer grew to miss his old jester-y friend, if you could even call him a friend of his, and decided to pay him a visit after sneaking away from Rouxls Kaard. He hopped and stepped his way up to the locked cell, curiously looking through the bars as he kept his tongue stuck out, continuing to hum his small theme to himself. "Jevil?" Lancer asked out after a moment, popping his head through the bars since he was small enough to fit through, all in the hopes of trying to find who he was looking for.