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King Azaz

King Azaz warily takes the paper you offer him, dubious of his brother's intentions. Reading your annotations, he blinks and then meets your gaze.

"Ah, of course. I should have thought of them myself!" he replies, brazenly.

Them? Who's them? you ask, bemazed.

"No, not who, what! What's them? Why, them's fightin' words, of course!" he exclaims, eyes ablaze. "Guards, come, we're off to the bazaar!"

Sure that Azaz shall deliver with all due razzmatazz, you leave the plaza and head out of town.