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King Arthur is stripped of his armor as the healers mix and brew the necessary potions
to remove the foul poison coursing through his body.
The King turns towards his long hidden heir, " Welcome home son, and what a fine lady you have brought with you. " A cough echos around the room as the healers mix some of the herbs. One of them mumbles " Oh does this mix smell! Glad we rarely have to make it ." The King's laugh is loud when he hears, " Well my loyal healers, I am not to fond of it either t'is the third time I've smelt it, and it never gets any better ."
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King Arthur is stripped of his armor as the healers mix and brew the necessary potions
to remove the foul poison coursing through his body.
The King turns towards his long hidden heir, " Welcome home son, and what a fine lady you have brought with you. " A cough echos around the room as the healers mix some of the herbs. One of them mumbles " Oh does this mix smell! Glad we rarely have to make it ." The King's laugh is loud when he hears, " Well my loyal healers, I am not to fond of it either t'is the third time I've smelt it, and it never gets any better ."
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