#128332 - Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the distinct smell of alcohol in the air. The promise of castles and adventures was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his village to serve as Sir Egan’s squire. • Days had gone by without incident.
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