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Closing time arriveth swiftly, and by
far we have not seen all the acts, but we have a long journey before
us. As we walk pass food row, a girl now hawks my three gold
pieces turkey leg for a mere gold piece. I cannot pass up such
an opportunity even though Thanksgiving was but days prior.
From the Stone Roses shoppe on Le
Premier, Sir Richard selects a single pink rose beginning to
bloom. Each petal is individually made, the craftsman tells
us. As we pass, Craig of Farrington strikes a conversation with
our Sir Richard. We learn that though we are far away we are not
the first from our land. He tells us that many come from our land
to visit. He also invites us to come again. The King and
Queen sits at court and waves us adieu as we pass.
The clouds are a fiery red as the sun
begins to set on this fine day. The fire breather is outside the
castle gate practicing his craft.
And shall we return? Both Sir
Richard and I says yea verily. Lady Mary says yea as well but with one
condition…that we spend the night.
Thy Humble Servant,
Don Rodrigo
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