What an awkward task indeed.
"Mr. Undertaker, how do you do?"
" I'm fine, my dear prince, but how are you?
Your face is stained with trails of tears
and body's stiff from apparent fear.."
The prince hadn't thought anyone would care
Nor had he expected this man to be there.
But he took this in stride and composed himself
just like every other sane and sensible elf.
"Sir, I'm in need of a poison" He said.
" Something that's quick; that goes straight to the head.."
Third in the series with Septimus.
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