Bas had been sitting in a meeting for what felt like hours. Most of it he had been day dreaming, his eyes involuntarily shifting from one person to the next and they had their turn to speak, contradict, and debate various matters of business within the kingdom. Raise taxes, lower taxes, road taxes, exports, imports, you name it and these men talked about it. It was quiet early on that Sebastian had tuned out and instead gave the other members different animal noises. They made quiet the farmyard of animals. The cow, the horse, the chicken, the duck, and the pig. Bas began to smile as his personal fantasy gave way to angry 'moo's' and irritated clucks. The counsel members caused the young prince's mind to wondered further away from the discussing topics. His eyes were seeing men, but his mind was seeing a farm yard with an improvement on the stench of course.

"Your Highness?" The cow had mooed at him, as Bas's eye could only stare. They counsel member repeated himself. This drew the attention of the others and before he knew it, all their eyes were on him.

"Ah, yes. The tax issue that has been debated over the course of this weeks meetings. It seems to me that with the increase in taxes the lower class starve, making my father and mother look like selfish monarchs. If that what you want of your King? From him to be overthrown." Sebastian began and stood from the table. "Nobles don't live when hungry people rebel" He added looking over his shoulder at the table and started towards the door.

As Bas walked down the corridor he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his coat. This was a servant hall, and thus should be empty at this time. It turns out he was wrong. However, he realized this too late as he rounded a corner and collided with a servant. Before he new, the young prince was soaked from chest down in something slimy and wet. 

"What in God's name!" He began opening his eyes as the bucket bounced off the stone floor and rolled in a semi-circle near by. His eyes flared up, like pits of ice, ready to freeze on contact. However, instead of seeing the servant that was to be expected, Spencer, it was a smaller boy, what was this one's name. "You have 10 seconds, talk." Bas stated, this young man was clearly not built enough to have handled the bucket, and yet had tried. Had this had been anyone else he might have punished them immediately, but this servant was different and something had made him take the bucket.