"And that's when," says Fred, taking another bite of his fish, "I tossed
him and his son off the battlements! Hhahahahaha!!" He then sips his tea,
frowning when the cup is empty. Belboz refills his cup, adding the cream and two lumps. "A fascinating story, Lord Fred. But, don't you think that was maybe a little extreme considering it was his birthday celebration you were there for?" and at this Belboz raises an eyebrow and gives a slight grimace. Fred's brow wrinkles in concentration, "hmmm," he says, "I never thought of it like that. I guess you are right though, pass the fish please, you did such a good job of frying these, I say you need to add chef right under golfer and necromancer on your card, you old bastard." Belboz smiles, "Why thank you! I do try. On another note, I keep hearing about 'The 41st Birthday Incident'. Could you elaborate?" Fred laughs, spitting little bits of fish across the table onto Belboz' robe. "Yes!" says Fred enthusiastically, "that was such a time. I mean, its funny now, just a big misunderstanding, but at the time, what a tragedy. Basically, that year the King didn't have you and your awesome zombies so instead he hired a family of acrobats to perform. Have you met acrobats before?" he asks Belboz, who was savoring the flavor of his last bite of fish. "Wha? No. No, can't say that I have." he says, knowing that this story was about to get worse. "Filthy people," says Fred, jabbing his knife in the air. "Filthy! Filthy peasants! But anyway," visibly calming down, he sips his tea. "they were performing, and it was very lackluster. This goes on for hours, and many people had left, some were sleeping, but the King and his most trusted knights (including me of course) watched the whole performance. After it was over, we threw some gold at them (I managed to knock one right in the eye socket!) and then they were ushered hastily out of the room. With me so far?" Fred asks Belboz, whose eyes keep shutting. "What? Who?! Ah," says Belboz, grinning at Fred. "Oh yes, great story, please continue." "Excellent!" and so Fred continues "So the other knights are waiting on the King's official opinion on the performance and he drinks a final chalice of mead and the King says 'Mildly disappointing'. Now, what am I to think? That's right!" Fred says, a gleam in his eye. "I went straightaway to the tent where they were staying (we wouldn't let them stay in the castle, filthy mucky people) and I explained to them that their performance did not satisfy the king on his birthday, a horrible crime." Belboz shakes his head. "Oh dear. How did you explain it to them?" Fred grins, chuckling. "Oh, it's funny to think of now, but then it was really a big misunderstanding. Everyone kept saying 'Sir Fred, why would you string them all up by their intestines?!' and 'Lord Fred! You monster! You strangled the mother with her children's internal organs.' and of course 'Damn it Fred! I didn't mean for you to drown the rest of the family in pools of their own blood!'. So yeah, like I said, I just misunderstood. The King, from then on, made it very clear what he meant. Is there more tea?". Fred looks up at Belboz, to see the horrified look on his face. Even the zombie shakes its head. "What?" says Fred. And then...
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