St. Sadie's was such a deplorable festival. Commoners everywhere, all festering in the streets like maggots. All that ridiculous drinking and laughing, and then the lack of clothing that ensues in the nighttime in dark alleys when they think no one has been watching.
I trust a few knights received the occasion to rid themselves of that cumbersome
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I am Eclaire Tonnerre of the East Narborough Trading Company.
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J'entends que vous êtes tout à fait terrible.
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Il est vrai, mais je suis très fier. Vous êtes connu pour être un gosse.
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You look like a handsome knight. Did you rid yourself of your armour as well?
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I suppose I'm not working hard enough, if a woman's felt the need to step up and depose me.
Careful, though. Without a night of drunken animal passion, you wouldn't exist, either. Let's not forget our beginnings, hm?
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There was nothing passionate about trying for another man-child and then failing at getting that wanted heir. Nobles are not driven by the same passions you are.
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I see this calls for a little experimentation. Does that mean you won't scream for your life if I...?
...digress. Hmmm...
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