We had two batches from Morelo, one that the horse ate and then another that made it to the prince's purse but it was actually Morelo's cousin who-- wait.
The one-armed blacksmith?! Why didn't you just say it was the one-armed one! He is here? Now? Did he recognize you without the mustache?
It is as you say! Everyone here, they are such madmen, with little respect for the sacredness of the drink! Such interruptions! Such violence! The tavern, it can be violent sometimes, yes. Such things should be allowed for. But surely there are times when the tavern should serve its other purposes too, yes? The purpose of the temple of song, and wine! These are rites most sacred. [Without breaking the flow of conversation at all:] Incidentally, you spoke of the moustache. You were jealous of my moustache at that time, yes?
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The one-armed blacksmith?! Why didn't you just say it was the one-armed one! He is here? Now? Did he recognize you without the mustache?
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How did you escape? Did you reconcile with him or flee? Does he know where we sleep?
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