He stopped him mid-sentence. “What’s this? Some clichéd tale?”
The barkeep squinted at the constable amid a demolished tavern. “Nay! ‘Twas no man in plate an’ mail that did this! ‘Twas all cloud an’ lightnin’ in that armor!”
“Oh! A dark and stormy knight!”
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