Burning Spice stands at the base of the Spire of Deceit, knocking on the door. He’s here to check on his friend the fuckass jester. He crosses his arms, waiting.
He hears a frustrated yell from inside before it's quiet for a moment. Then the door opens to reveal the short blue jackass looking frazzled and already annoyed up at Spice. He's quiet another moment before drifting back a step, tiredly asking "Oh. Hi, Spice, what are you doing here?"













