"Hey you, freak!" A tower of a man appeared from the shades of nearby trees.
"Aye sirrah, how may a bloody fool be of assistance? Maybe a little tumble or a jape to freshen yer day.”
"Did you fall off a circus wagon or what?"
"Quite the observation, my good feller, but nay. I am a bit of a one-man spectacle myself, ye see. And now that ye’ve volunteered to be my trusty nitwit sidekick, we'll be conquering the circus world in no time. I, with my sleight of hand and tricks of persuasion and whatnot. And ye, with yer ogre-like looks and with that mug which much reminds me of an arse of a baboon while it’s taking a shit. Come see all! Come see all! A true wonder of the worl- “
*KAPOW*
Some time later, Fitz found himself waking up in the forest quite naked. "Fuckstockings! Ow, my head. What kind of an arse face can't take a bit of friendly banter? And who steals a man’s pantaloons? Who does that?" Looking around the forest, all Fitz could find was a few of his masks scattered around and… his red jester’s hat, hanging on a branch. The family heirloom, centuries old. Or did he just buy it in that last town he visited? Either way it’s a nice hat. Grabbing the few items he could find, he continued on his way to Britain.
“Sir! Where are your clothes?”
“Ah, a brave town’s guard welcoming me back to civilization! Clothes? Pssh! I’m wearing nature’s own costume, completing heroic deeds for the needy and helping those less-endowed. But ey, gaze not too longingly or ye might be hypnotized or turned into stone, courtesy of the cockatrice god. Though if yer wife’s around, I could show ye a trick or-”
“Go get some clothes and get out of my sight, NOW!”
“Tough critics, eh?” Mumbled Fitz as he tumbled into a tailor shop with his bells jingling.
