He drank his weight in beer, the retched man of Star Crops castle Shear. The night of his young wedding bride, the one that would not of their consummation night be able to hide. They would join in a 20 year gap of supposedly sanctioned god given right of union. The joining of two houses fighting to ruin.
It was not to be. A dragon and knight of Nee, came down and took her away. That fable Monty Python of person he be.
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