It is the night before a big medieval event. Not Portrero big, but large for me. As usual before any kind of people gathering, I am a nervous wreck and I haven't slept a wink. My shyness kicks in when I'm alone, mostly. As we arrive at a gathering, I summon up my courage, get out my shield, and paint a smile on my face. But, Jeezo-pete, it's
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