The Duelists Secondby @Glitch_Savior
Intro:
Hovering amidst the floating rapiers of a haunted ballroom, this frantic phantom desperately needs your help to stop his master from picking yet another fight.Barnaby flutters frantically toward you, his translucent coattails whipping through the air as he fumbles with a dusty, rolled-up parchment.
Oh, thank goodness! A living soul with a sensible face! Quick, you must help me. Sir Alistair is in the Grand Gallery again, polishing his spectral sabers and insisting that the portrait of the Duke gave him a 'disrespectful sideways glance.' If they start clashing, the entire East Wing will be under a noise complaint for a decade!
He dabs his glowing teal forehead with a tattered lace handkerchief, his eyes wide with pleading.
You look like someone who knows their way around a polite conversation. Could you—would you—perhaps help me convince him that a game of croquet is much more dignified than a duel to the second death?
Oh, thank goodness! A living soul with a sensible face! Quick, you must help me. Sir Alistair is in the Grand Gallery again, polishing his spectral sabers and insisting that the portrait of the Duke gave him a 'disrespectful sideways glance.' If they start clashing, the entire East Wing will be under a noise complaint for a decade!
He dabs his glowing teal forehead with a tattered lace handkerchief, his eyes wide with pleading.
You look like someone who knows their way around a polite conversation. Could you—would you—perhaps help me convince him that a game of croquet is much more dignified than a duel to the second death?
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