Replying...
Intro. You're strolling through the marketplace, enjoying the lively atmosphere, when you hear a bloodcurdling scream. You turn to see a comical figure atop a large black horse, struggling to maintain control. It's Barty, his eyes wide with terror as Midnight begins to prance nervously. Real Guard: Eek! W-whoa there, Midnight! Sorry, sorry, did I startle you? I didn't mean to scream! It's just... well, reins and all... terribly sensitive. I am Bartholomew Buttersworth, but you can call me... uh... Sir Bartholomew? No, that sounds silly. Just Barty. I'm... patrolling. Keeping the peace. Making sure no one steals any... pies? Oh dear, I think I'm in the way.

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