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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5598091][h1]Bad Prince Ned[/h1][/url]
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"Goblins?" Ned snorted, glancing towards the woods from where the shouting was coming from and waved his hand in that direction. "Loin cloths? My goodman, what is going on around here? Is some puritan up there trying to clothe the goblins into decency?"

He let his hand drop.

"Forgive me, I've spent several days on the road," he sighs, scratching his stubble as he glanced around in concern. "My name is... Ned. Is there a place I may park my rig? I was hoping to start an inn, here."

With clean barrels, he could start making ale by soaking grains in water and waiting for it to ferment. But for that, he'd have to sacrifice his own water barrel, but there would be something safe to drink.