The constable stopped him mid-sentence. “What is this? The beginning of some clichéd tale?”
Cedric the barkeep gave him a squint amid the demolished tavern. “Nay! ‘Twas no man in plate ‘an mail that did this! ‘Twas all cloud and lightnin’ within that armor!”
“Oh! A dark and stormy knight!”
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