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Having gathered for the mission, Ambrose exchanged his scarlet cloak for a simple black one, not wishing to frighten away the secret words and events that might be unfolding in the city with his majestic appearance.
"There is truth in your words, O Lester. The city is great, even if now it seems to have shrunk. There are two places for troublemakers in times of hardship: one is the church, and the other is the tavern, and it is our bounden duty to check them, but I think we should leave them for last. For now, I am heading to 'Canamus'."
Having answered thus, Ambrose headed there, and thought to himself that there was no more truth in the squire's words than in a children's fairy tale, yet at the same time there seemed to be no lie either. Half-truth, half-lie, half-warrior, half-peasant, seemingly loyal, seemingly not...
"Slimeball," Ambrose concluded.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers