Thierry takes a parchment in front of him. The scribe next to him tells him it's the bill for his latest armor. Thierry shrugs and mumbles something.
"Read the Charter", he says. What are we? Priests? I can't read.
He whispers something to his scribe who takes another parchment and starts to read it softly to Thierry, who is soon starting to look bored. He tells his scribe to shut up and looks at Duke de Rohan.
If it's legally possible, then go ahead. I don't mind taking Caernarvon a second time. Allthough not very cooperative, the women were nice.
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