::Lezard walks in a dignified manner down the hallway, reciting a complex spell under his breath. He's too caught up in his words to notice his cape going under- under- ... under his foot. Face, meet floor. Letting out a string of curses, Lezard begins to get to his feet::
Damn this cloak!
Did I not strictly command the tailor to fix its length back
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...You alright?
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Yes!
I am totally, utterly fine-- naught but my trust has been hurt: my trust in the working class of my nation!
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