[Slowly his arms drop back to his sides, that huge, toothy smile melting into a lopsided grin as his shoulders droop. He closes the door and points her in the direction of the fallen table with the side of his head.]
Follow me, fair maiden, to the last remnants of the lamest event in Adstring history.
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Follow me, fair maiden, to the last remnants of the lamest event in Adstring history.