[[HEY, SPLENDOR, LOOK WHO'S...SORT OF...SOBER!
Inigo Montoya is back on his feet, a burst of determination twinkling in his eye. He needs a bath though, and he reeks of alcohol.
But he displays his fencing skills well with the sword his father created. The sword is in his left hand.
Then, he greets the seal.]]Hallo there! I donna suppose
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