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Somewhat astonished, d'Artagnan stares blankly out of his eyes after Tancred has disappeared from his sight into the Hospital Tent.
"Hmph! Urgent!" With a mocking face the bard turns around and stares angrily at his chubby horse, which is still lying down in the grass. "What would you do in a situation like this, Humphrey?" The pony looks up, and stares at its owner for a short while before lying its head down in the grass once more.
"Just as I thought! We should either ignore them completely, or smite the evil out of them!"
The pony breathes heavily out of its nostrils, seemingly sighing. If animals would be able to speek, the chubby horse would have probably thought something in the line of "Not again", that we can be certain of.
"Up, up and away, Humphrey! I have decided what to do! You must aid me to destroy the evil in these poor fellows! I am positive that they're possessed by some terrible evil! Let us, the mighty d'Artagnan, and his noble steed Humprey, rid the world of this vile force!"
With a quick and fluid movement the bard draws his rapier, and faces his opponent. "Be afraid, my humble opponent, for I know of the art of magic as well! For I, the great d'Artagnan, have knowledge of the fabled spell Swirling Light!"
Having said this the bard charges forward to attack his opponent, but then trips over his own red outfit. Without even striking a single blow, d'Artagnan lies flat-faced on the ground, mocking heavily.
"Why me, Humphrey, why me! I always try so hard, and I always fail. It seems as if everyone and everything is against me!" With a sigh he stands up, and stares blankly at Joram, who is trying hard not to start laughing.
"I am terribly sorry, my lord, for this commotion I've caused, but I was just trying if I still.. had the touch, if you understand what I mean. Apparently I've lost it." A smile quickly arises on the dusty face of the bard, and with a quick, but sudden movement, he turns around, facing his black pony once more.
"Come on, Humphrey! I've found us a purpose in this life! We need to find it! we need to find my touch!"
With a sigh the horse stands up, and starts to walk towards its owner. After swinging himself on top of his pony, d'Artagnan starts singing a song in a loud voice;

"Anutherel, lïjeah ne, erynuccinavi
Llisareï ëstrai mayü, y Toryhûllina"

"It's an elven goodbye song, if you really want to know, my lord. It bids good tidings to those who are about to part. Unless, of course, I may accompany you to wherever you may go. Maybe you'll be able to help me in my cause to find my.. touch!"