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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 7215673" data-attributes="member: 6777052">Tasha ordered a Bladeswinger, Goatee ordered a Magic Roundabout, Albert ordered a Sleight of Hand, Adeliva settled for a Mountain Ash and Footnote sighed and got out his pan-pipes because nobody had any Tyrrian money and he was going to have to earn it for them by performing in bars.Suddenly, the doors swung open again with a swing and a troop of city guards trooped in. Their shields were emblazoned with the city blazon, their tabards were sparkling white and they wore mind-shielding helmets that looked the same as ordinary helmets but with extra horns. The captain of the guard pointed an accusing finger at Footnote. "Arrest that man!" he cried.Footnote was taken aback. He had barely started to perform and surely it wasn't that bad. "On what charge?" he demanded, because that's what people always say when they are told they are being arrested."Dancing without a licence is a capital offence, and doing it with the Sorcerer King is high treason for which the penalty is a week in gaol, so we'll keep you in prison for a week and then execute you." Turning to his men, he ordered "Put him in irons."Tasha wasn't having this. She squared up to the Captain and growled "Over my dead body," in best melodramatic fashion. She flourished her halberd to show she meant business. Meanwhile, Albert was unobtrusively stealing the Captain's sword from its scabbard and Goatee was conjuring a replica of his helmet, which meant, of course, that because of the Law of Conjurservation, the Captain's actual helmet vanished from his head."Oh no," cried Adeliva, for she had seen what was going to happen next. "Not the fireball! I'm vulnerable to fire!" and in a panic she quickly cast Create Water, causing it to start raining inside the tavern.This had a remarkable effect on the troop of troops. To a man, they took off their helmets and started catching the precious raindrops in them. They didn't catch much, about half a pint each, but it was enough to ruin the mind-shielding circuits that had been cunningly wrought into their linings."Stop this madness"! shouted the Captain, "You are all under arrest! Put them all in irons!""Er, Captain?""What is it, Sergeant?""We don't seem to have any."</blockquote>

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