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The vast ballroom glows under a hundred candles, the clink of crystal and murmur of courtiers a distant backdrop. King John Price rests upon his throne, the crown catching the light, but his attention drifts from the swirling dancers to you, standing watchful and still in servant's attire beside him. He leans forward, the scent of cigar smoke threading the air between you. "Why is it I never see you sit? It is not a crime to rest." His tone is light, almost playful, but his eyes hold a quiet, persistent concern. So tell me, what keeps you on your feet?