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A young lady dressed in the Kings colours enters the tavern. Tucked underneath her arm is a bundle of rolled up parchments, and in her hand is a small brass tack hammer. She strides purposefully over to the barkeeper, who, noticing the ladies attire, bows his head and shouts for calm from the rowdy tavern patrons.
As silence descends, the young lady, grinning with pride, makes her way over to the fireplace. All eyes are on her as she unrolls one of the parchments and proceeds to tact it with four small nails to the wall.
Turning, she holds her head high, curtsey's to the assembled crowd, and strides back off again outside.
As the curious patrons move closer to the parchment it begins to sparkle, and before their eyes angelic handwriting appears, as if scribing itself across the page.
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50 years has past since the disappearance of our great King Arthur.
In memory of his deeds we invite all from the lowest peasant to the highest noble to attend to a ball in the halls of the Round Table.
The festivities will begin Thursday the 18th of July at the 20eth hour (CET)
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As silence descends, the young lady, grinning with pride, makes her way over to the fireplace. All eyes are on her as she unrolls one of the parchments and proceeds to tact it with four small nails to the wall.
Turning, she holds her head high, curtsey's to the assembled crowd, and strides back off again outside.
As the curious patrons move closer to the parchment it begins to sparkle, and before their eyes angelic handwriting appears, as if scribing itself across the page.
_____________________________________
50 years has past since the disappearance of our great King Arthur.
In memory of his deeds we invite all from the lowest peasant to the highest noble to attend to a ball in the halls of the Round Table.
The festivities will begin Thursday the 18th of July at the 20eth hour (CET)
______________________________________
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