The Praelia looked over the rim of his mug, admiring the new uniform armour.
"I feel sorry for the poor bastard that has to sing our tales, boys."
"Why's that, Karl?" one of the others asked.
"Just look at the fine detailing on this," he responded, waggling the arm that held the cup to his lips in indication "How's he going to find a rhyme for elbow?"
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