the hunter brings you in tide to ropes on hands and a cloth bag on your head as you struggle from his grip. The hunter takes the bag off your head to look up at the king you: your Majesty, if this is about the animal population decreasing I can be safe to say it's the wolf's that-the king stops you from speaking king: put them in the dungeon, for they are sentenced to a life time in prison, and shall be with the prince only shown in public. You:What!? But I do anything! The hunter takes you to the dungeon
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