[ Richard clears his throat to loosen some of the clag clinging there, half turned in his seat to consider the ale on offer with dead eyes. Eventually, he pushes up out of the chair to cross the room and pour himself a cup.
From the table, he proceeds directly to sit on the side of his cot, ale in tow. ]
None of it matters.
[ Matter-of-fact. He lifts his cup and swallows. ]
Your intentions were admirable. What did you tell him?
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From the table, he proceeds directly to sit on the side of his cot, ale in tow. ]
None of it matters.
[ Matter-of-fact. He lifts his cup and swallows. ]
Your intentions were admirable. What did you tell him?