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The man in blue ran around a corner, and stopped in surprise. Vrumagun was sitting at a small round table with a nice white lace table cloth on it. Bread and wine were set out, along with two crystal goblets. Lina was bound, gagged, and blindfolded, sitting very angrily next to Vrumagun, who was holding a dagger to her neck.

"Come any clother," Vrumagun said. "And the printheth dieth."

Slowly, the man in blue took another step. "Can't we talk about this?"

"You're killing her," Vrumagun warned him, bringing the dagger so it was almost cutting Lina. Lina stiffened, and shouted, "You idoit, stop walking!" Although, with her gagged, it sounded more like, "Mmph mphmph, mmmph mmphmpphh!"

The man in blue came to a halt, and said, "Can't we talk?"

"I have no reathon to talk with you," Vrumagun said. "You wouldn't underthtand half the thingth I thay! I am too thmart for you to comprehend. Have you ever heard of Arithotle? Thocreteth? Plato?"

"Uh... Play-doh?" the man in blue mused.

Vrumagun shook his head. "All moronth."

"Really?" the man in blue asked. Vrumagun nodded. "Well in that case, I challenge you to a battle of wits."

"Mmph, mmmph," Lina said through her gag. Though, she might have meant, "Oh, great!"

One eyebrow arched, Vrumagun asked, "For the printheth?" The man in blue nodded, with some strange violin sound to go with it in the background. "Do the death?" Again, the man in blue nodded, the background violin a half octave lower. "I acthept," Vrumagun declared, putting his dagger away.

The man in blue walked forward, and sat across from Vrumagun. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a little glass vial full of some strange clear liquid. "Smell this," the man in blue said, holding it out to Vrumagun.

Vrumagun took a deep sniff, and said, "I thmell nothing."

"What you don't smell is a really really powerful poison by the name of... of..." the man in blue scratched his head. "Well, it's really powerful stuff!" he concluded at last.

The bald-headed, lispy Vrumagun nodded.

The man in blue reached forward, and grabbed one of the glass goblets, filled halfway with wine. Then he took the other, also half full. He turned around, and used his body to hide what he was doing. When he turned back, he threw the vial over one shoulder, and placed the wine glasses back on the table, one in front of Vrumagun, and one in front of himself. "Now we both drink," the man in blue said, gesturing to the table. "Then we find out which one of us is right, and which one is dead."

Vrumagun stared at him for a second before he burst out laughing. "You exthpect me to fall for a trick like thith? All I have to do ith take what I know of you, and what you know of me! Are you the thort of perthon who would put the cup ath far away from him ath pothible? Or are you the type that would put the cup in front of yourthelf, thinking that only a great fool would take the wine he wath given, tho I cannot chothe the wine in front of you," he said, as if it explained everything.

"Umm..." the man in blue said, scratching his head. "Uh, okay?"

Oddly, Vrumagun continued as if he had never stopped. "You have beaten my giant, which meanth you are incredibly thtrong. You may have counted on your thtrength to thave you, meaning I cannot chothe the wine in front of you. But you have altho beaten my chimera, meaning you are thilled with a thword. And every thwordthman knowth that man ith mortal, and you would want the glath ath far away from you ath pothible, tho I can clearly not chothe the wine in front of me."

After scratching his head some more, the man in blue said, "I think you're stalling."

"No!" Vrumagun shouted. "Jutht wait till I get thtarted! Everyone knowth that thith type of poithon cometh from Atlath Thity, and Atlath Thitianth are known for not truthting people, ath you do not trutht me, tho I can clearly not chothe the wine in front of you."

"Can you hurry up please?" the man in blue asked in a whiny voice.

Vrumagun waved a hand around, and said, "In a moment. Where wath I?"

The man in blue shrugged, not having paid attention to Vrumagun's speech after the first few sentences.

"Oh, well!" Vrumagun said. "I have made my dethithion. I chothe-- What in the world could that be?" He pointed over the man in blue's shoulder, gasping.

The man in blue spun around quickly. He stared, and said, "Wow! I don't know what that is... It looks like a tree, but..."

Vrumagun rolled his eyes, and quickly switched the glasses on the table. Then he frowned and looked over at the tree the man in blue was staring intently at. "Nevermind... I gueth it'th jutht a tree. Well, thall we drink? Me from my glath, and you from yourth."

The man in blue turned in his chair, and picked up his glass goblet. Vrumagun did the same. They toasted each other, their glasses chinking quietly, before they both took a sip. They set their glasses down again, and the man in blue said, "You guessed wrong... I think..."

"You only think I guethed wrong!" Vrumagun shouted, roaring with laughter. "You fell for one of the clathic blunderth! The motht famouth ith never get in a land war in the Old World. But only leth famouth ith thith: Never challenge a Theyruunian when death ith on the line!" Then he burst out laughing hysterically. Suddenly, he stopped mid-laugh. He stared straight ahead for a moment, before he toppled off his chair and landed on the grass.

The man in blue shrugged, and walked over to where Lina was still tied up. He untied the blindfold and the gag quickly, and started working on untying her hands.

"You're an idiot!" Lina shouted. "You nearly got me killed!"

The man in blue didn't say anything, but he grabbed Lina's wrist, and ran off with her.