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Who is this cheerful fool?
My train of thought is rudely interrupted by an obnoxious and loud fool.
"Hello there, dark one. How about a pint o' ale?"
"What is your purpose of pestering me with your nettlesome speech?" I ask abruptly.
"Sorry, I meant no harm. I just saw a lonely fellow, sittin 'ere by himself, and wanted to bring a pint o' ale for your troubles, an' a ear to hear any information you have. You are, after all, a ranger, and I am an outrider. I am Canwaithon, of the Riddimarck."
...He knows nothing of me, only the clothes on my back and the darkness beyond my cloak. Who is he to barge in on my time to myself and bother me with his disdainful statement?
"I have no information, wander'r. And I do not find myself obliging to your request."
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