I had reached my third month in the bowels of the legendary Lost Dungeon of Bucease, where I'd set up a little shop, a shoppette.
And I'd seen plenty of adventurers, most of them willing to trade. But then a Knight emerged down the stairs in full plate armor, glinting in the pale light of the dungeon.
"Are you sane, Knave?"l
"Depends."
He swung his sword to point it at my throat.
"I have no times for games!"
I sighed.
"Ah, so you're from Kingdom of Ceneer. Then no, I'm not sane by your standards."
He thrust, I died laughing.
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