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Fred hadn't even seen the slap coming, but it spun him almost all the way
around, spilling mead all over Fred's chainmail. The hall went silent. "God's Wounds!" roared the source of the slap, a large, rotund, bearded man wearing bulky plate armour. "No one outroleplays and outcostumes Sir Thorne of Ripley! Certainly not some outlandish first-timer who calls himself... Frederigo! I challenge you, sir - to a Joust!" There were gasps throughout the hall. Someone whispered in Fred's ear "Ignore him. He's a menace at every convention. Paying attention to him just feeds his delusion." Fred looked Sir Thorne straight in the eye and said...
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