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“Are you yanking my noble pizzle? I am a Lord, I do not share.”
Hans’s voice rang out louder than he had meant to, disbelief and outrage seeping through. The man before him regarded him with tired eyes. Clearly, he had known this was coming and did not have the energy or patience to deal with it. Zizka leaned back in his chair before answering.
“We’re all nobles here, Sir Hans. It doesn’t change the reality that we are besieged and there are more of us trapped in here than there are beds available. Even Pisek is sharing a bed and you’ll be no exception.”
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Or there was only one bed throughout the whole schudol siege because I love cliché tropes and had a vivid dream and now here we are.