I looked at the man who claimed to be part of the Order of the Black Pheonix and smiled at him. How nice of him to be honored to meet me! I never really considered myself to be all that important; just a knight on a pilgrimage passing through a pleasant little village, and helping out the pleasant little citizens along the way.
"Oh, no, no, I'm quite sure that they were four bandits. I have very good eyesight, you see. Not only that, but their heads fetched a very nice reward from the neighboring village. Kila... Kilmor... Kil-something. Not to mention they had dreadfully sharp swords which they tried very hard to stick into me whole saying, 'Stand and deliver!' Anyway, their militia captain was very happy to see their heads and gave me a modest reward. A reward which you will be enjoying in just a minute or so in the form of a delicious half-pint of ale.
"And the name of your order is quite curious. I'm afraid I have not heard of it. Black Pheonix? I was under the impression that Pheonixes were orange or purple. Yes, purple! Please, take a seat next to me while you wait for your half-pint and I'll tell you the tale of how in the Eastern Seas they believe that Pheonixes are purple."
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