I continue the conversation, with hopes to annoy Jerrad further. He’s an old rival, and often steals quite a bit of the glory that I really deserve.

You chatter away, regaling him with tales of your glory. Tall tales, at that. You stretch the truth until you sound like a king. Your little audience watches in wonder, while Jerrad bears it with a polite smile. and you can’t help but laugh a little, that now all the talk in this little town will be about you.

Suddenly, mid-sentence, Sir Jerrad spurs his horse and gallops down the road, leaving you in a cloud of dust. Ouch.

The End

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