The jester's cartwheels cease in front of the board, and she reads with a grin. Then puts up her reply.
Time to wait
Don't be late
Sing a little song
It won't be so long
Waiting forever
So very clever
A garishly clothed jester reads the notes, her grin growing growing. She leaves a note, scrawled in large letters.
Blood calls to blood
Time for the flood
Insults aplenty do flow
What fear the mortals won't show