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It's not every day that roof detritus falls down on the poor unsuspecting patrons of the Inn.
However, this evening is a bit different. A red-and-gold suit of armour comes through the room, bits of wood, nails, and other things coming with him.
The helmet turns left, turns right, and then pauses. "Jarvis, where the hell am I?"
However, this evening is a bit different. A red-and-gold suit of armour comes through the room, bits of wood, nails, and other things coming with him.
The helmet turns left, turns right, and then pauses. "Jarvis, where the hell am I?"