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Tancred stares at d'Artagnan, stricken dumb by the complete and total unexpectedness of the man. The young cavalier turns to jook at Joram - as if he might have some explanation - before turning back to the troubador-warrior.
"You'll... have to excuse us, dear sir..." he tries to keep the urgency out of his voice, bu it's there for all to hear. "Our errand is somewhat pressng this night. Back in a moment!"
And with that, he dives inside a large, white tent, marked as the Hospital Pavilion...
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\"HELP! I\'ve superglued myself to a flaming bowling ball!\"
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