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You find yourself in a long, narrow tunnel. There seems to be nothing else to do but continue along it, so you do that, at the same time hoping it doesn't lead anywhere too unpleasant. Eventually, you come to the end of the passage, and into a new room.
Seated at a table in the centre of the room is Motley, the jester, munching merrily on some sandwiches and sipping from a bottle of ale. Seeing you, he burps, and beckons you over.
"'Ello!" he cries, with a cheerful smile. "Cor, long time no see! Last time Treguard was sending people through here, I'd just bought a brand new joke book! And I haven't had the money for that in a long time, mate. And that's me problem - you see, my act is runnin' a bit thin. Could you 'elp me out, d'ya think?"