Lupus looked around in wonder at what he was seeing. So many people were all gathered together by the King, for what, by many seemed to know, or at least wanted to share. Why he was here, he could only guess at. He was a nobody, just a traveling actor and storyteller. Maybe that's why the King wanted them all. To entertain him with stories and legends.

"Or to kill us all so that only his words would be known." Lupus thought grimly to himself. He wouldn't be the first King to have done such a thing, but Lupus wasn't going to go down without so much as begging for mercy. That's right, he was a coward, but he was also a survivor.

He saw a man talking to himself about water, and shook his head. Madmen were often killed by the ruling class, nobody likes a naysayer. But, there wasn't much to be done. Just wait and hope for the best. 

If worse came to worse, well, Lupus had talked his way out of worse spots. He had even convinced an angry husband to pay him for the service of having sex for his wife. How Lupus did that, he still didn't know, but he was convinced that a King would be easy compared to that pissed off husband.