The halls fell silent…
… the jugglers and performers departed, the days of Dogood’s reign are over. Instead, the Dragon King has returned and for a minute it seemed that this particular jest of Dogood’s would not only be his grandest, but also his final one. Two things saved him from the executioner’s axe. For one, he promised to wear donkey ears and a jester’s cap to show his repentance.
More importantly though, his Dragon Majesty found out that Dogood hadn’t ruined his reputation, since everyone was royally entertained. The works of Lady Nimrais were particularly beautiful, the aldermen did excellent jobs, the royal guard would only turn a blind eye in exceptional circumstances, and both lords and commoners had their fun to the fullest and departed happy and satisfied.
And thus, our thanks go to all of you. To those who made sure ČeSFuR was running smoothly, for the work they put into it. And to everyone without exception, for good mood and energy, for the neverending party, as well as lenience during the less smooth moments when Dogood’s jokes were getting a bit out of hand.
Long live the Dragon King, long live Dogood the Jester, and long live everyone who visited ČeSFuR this year. We’re looking forward to meeting you next year, this time in a haunted mansion.
Your Royal Council.