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[1handedwelshman]

Bedivere, at long last returned from his emo brooding soul searching and ever willing to profit off the misfortune of others, is now casually not-quite-napping next to two large and slightly dusty crates full of bottles. There is a sign leaning against the crates that reads simply:

Will Trade Booze for Sex Kisses

Apparently his cellar is more well stocked than he remembered.