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"If thou'rt insistent I should answer for it, at least let me know the question…."

Sir Jaundyce blinks, evidently having some trouble following. He shakes his head and scowls. "You exfoliated with my dog."

You blink. "I'm quite certain I would have remembered that," you deadpan, pleasing the audience. That one was for free.

Sir Jaundyce kicks a clod of earth at you. "Villain, my dog was at my feet when I reclined some hour-and-a-half ago. In my alert slumber—for I always sleep with eyes cocked—I saw you approach and heard noise of barking. I know 'twas you for I saw that diamond shirt, and I only know three other souls who wear such a thing.

"I demand you 'linquish my hound at once, sirrah, or taste my blade." He hefts his mace with a bloodshot glare.

The Terror