Cinna snuck along the castle walls with catlike stealth. He couldn't let anyone see him like this. His meal was a bit too messy and he had gotten blood on his hands and mouth. There was small pond just around the next corner that he could use to rinse off. First he had to get there. upon arriving at the corner, he scanned the area ahead for guards and the like, and found only a single pair under a pillared corridor running along the side of the castle. They didn't seem to be paying attention to much, so he hurried over to the pond, and before he washed himself, he took a quick glance at his face in the reflection. The blood had made for a grotesque beard, which combined with his jester attire, made him look like a madman out of a horror story. Without another moment of hesitation, he stuck his hands in the water, shattering the image as he removed the evidence from his hands. Upon finishing that, he splashed water on his face and began rubbing the dried blood off. He could feel pricks of pain where the blood peeled off stubble on his face. He knelt there for several minutes, until he was certain he'd gotten every last speck. When he had, he wiped off the water with his sleeve, put his gloves back on his hands and hurried over to the main gate, where he was let in without any trouble.
Cinna took a few wrong turns, but he eventually made it to the barracks, where he thrust the doors open and strode in with his arms outstretched. "Cinna returns! Turn those frowns upside down!" As he finished the sentence, he bent over and put his hands on the ground, raising his feet into the air and performing a handstand. He held it for about ten seconds, then comically fell forward, landing on his back with a loud smack!