"There's a terrible ochre that lives in that cave," said Sir Gallant, the White Knight.
"He's beaten a merchant's train black and blue. The watchmen caught him red-handed. We'll have to draw him out. When he's more readier, we'll clash for sure. Not you; you're too green yet. But he'll show his true colors. His type bleeds easily, and that kind of cowardice doesn't come off in the wash." Sir Gallant handed his squire a small bottle. "That's when you'll need to use that."
"What is it, sir?"
"Bleach with color guard. It'll stop him from running."
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