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Tancred waves goodbye to the drunk/disturbed/outraged senior Paladins, a fixed expression of cheery good-natured-ness on his face as the Order's senior members leave hurriedly.
"Do you think that went well?" he asks his sword.
"Er - apart from the butter-knife incident and the lover's tiff in the corner table over there and the sudden shouting and the teleporting and Squire Cathras getting drunk and Sir Donalus being physically restrained from drawing sword and carving up all non-humans and Sir Reirrac drooling over the lovely woman in the purple gauze and Sir Van Straaten spending all that time sulking 'cos he had to give up his sword and -"
"I think I get the point. I wonder if it's possible to be un-knighted?"
"Anything's possible, Squire."
"Shut up."
Tancred
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