“He-who-hates-bananas!” The skeleton exclaims.

“That’s his name? If such, a strange one...” spoke the earlier voiceless boy.

“No! His name’s cursed! Those who say it die by laughing to death!” the skeleton exclaimed.

“Hmm… was he named that worse to die by laughing to death? What is his name?” asks the knight with serious eyes.

“Marion.”

The tavern falls into a shocking silence.

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“AAAH!! I said it myse— HAHAHAHA~,” the skeleton’s jaws clap at each other.

“Oooh boy~ seems de cuss was riiyael~ (real)”, the Cuntant says matter-of-factly. “So… ya gotta be carrie~ else ya get fried.”

“Ha! Fear a sorcerer when a knight’s here?”

“Oh! Forgot, he napped a princie wenn sun shun de brightest.”

Tears fell from the skeleton’s desperate sockets.

“Little wonder there were lesser tolls entering this kingdom.” the knight says.

“I tell ya, better na think less of 'im~,” the raccoon warns.

HAHAHA~