Two young men walk through the busy streets of the town marketplace. One man, with long dark brown hair and beard, was throwing an apple in the air. His associate, stood tall and rather musclebound, followed him.<br/><i><br/>
"I assure you, milord. This can only end badly...as do most of your insane schemes."  the large one said. "What's makes you so sure that you can win this one bare-handed?"<br/>
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"Rudolph you worry too much. He called me out saying I wouldn't last unarmed against a man. My honor was impugned and I simply wish to "un-impugn" it." the dark-haired one jested. "Besides I aim to win a hefty amount of gold with this bout."<br/>
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"That's the thing, milord. You don't NEED to. You're a bloody prince, for Goddesses' sake. Prince Buford the third, I might add." said the giant making the prince nearly drop his apple. <br/>
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"Could you say that louder? I don't think they heard you in the castle dungeons..." stated the prince, slightly irritated.</i>