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Fred sighs deeply, and forces himself to calm down. He closes his eyes,
counts to ten, and then sighs again. "Ahem..." he says, fixing his steely
stare upon the young lad."maybe you don't understand, being such a lowly
commoner, but I am a Lord and so what I say goes. And what I sayyyy is
that you are going to let me in to speak to the magistrate." he states
firmly, and waves his hand in an 'out of my way' kind of gesture. The lad's hands are shaking as he holds the spear. "Yes, im a lowly commoner as you have said, great Lord Fred, but no one gets in with weapons. Im sorry. And, you simply must wipe your feet." his voice quavering, the lad really begins to regret not calling in sick today. He didn't feel well, and honestly now that he thinks about it he might have a fever. Dammit. Fred's hands are shaking as his face turns beet red as he yells at the lad, phlegm splattering on him as spittle rains down. "WHAT?!?!?!! You DARE to speak to me in such a fashion? I must? I MUST?!" Fred simply cannot believe that such a lowly, miserable, worthless commoner such as this would dare to obstruct him in such a fashion. It is time for drastic measures.
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