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Thank you, my Lord Hand, ser.
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They will be put to good use.
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The sooner this is over, the better.
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The realm prospers from such events, my lord.
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They give the great a chance at glory,
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and the lowly a respite from their woes.
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And every inn in the city is full.
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And the whores are walking bow-legged.
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I'm sure the tourney puts coins in many a pocket.
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Now... If there's nothing else, my lords?
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Oh, this heat.
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On days like this, I envy you northerners your summer snows.