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Hear ye, hear ye! Held in my leftmost hand is an exquisite piece of papyrus stating the following wishes by His Majesty, the King himself! Expertly formulated by quill and ink. It is his will that this particular individual shan't receive the honour of Knighthood; be wary of his ploy, good people. The devil walks amongst us and may take many a shape or form, and it is the church's belief that he is rooted within this man at this very moment! Following the impeccable careen of scribbled ink, he wishes to illuminate us on notions and gestures, unscrupulously manufactured by this miscreant. For a man of deceit masks his raw evil with that of a kindred heart, hiding behind it like a flimsy safeguard; naturally easily exposed and deduced by men of my league. Slander, heresy, savagery-.. But a few allegations this scoundrel should be blamed for.