A fellow in a tunic sang by Robus
I met a fellow in the Toga who wore a tunic. he attacked me which was wrong and he knew it. I slapped him in disgust and retreated. He did it again, I gave him a grin and said dont do it!
He used his stave one more time. Which is not what I had in mind. When another went to it and filled with rage, he almost blew it He exclaimed ìI am tired of his kind!î
Well this story is a small one for the tale is very short. For that action a warrant is issued and a tunic runs away, laughing with glee as he knows very well....in Iridine, there is, no court.