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"you four with the plaid envelopes must come with us quickly...."
the guards collected the guards and rushed them out of sight...
They were transfered into a small building next to the Central hall and told to sit down.
"all of you are individuals who were asked to come here with Plaid envelopes were elected by our finest all-seers as high Judges of events..."
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Meanwhile...
The Fellows with Gold envelopes, and Sigmar, were then taken to a localle in where they were told to make themselves comfortable...
They knew why they had come, as written by the notes delivered to them:
The bearers of these messages have been granted the fine honor of entertaining the Town of Some, located in the center of the black forest of Nowhere. Bring with you the best of your routines of humorouse descent, all gags and jokes of present future and past are welcome to your routine... and the finest of you shall be granted a granded reward. The highest honor for all humorouse performers in the multiverse.
The performers proceeded to make themselves at home in the large inn. A comfortable asortment of seating, a roaring fire, and an ever vigalent 4 armed bartender with stitches and battle scars filled with old memories from Acheron painted a warm glowing scene of absolute comfort and relaxation....
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