The young prince was stricken with a strange illness to the end that he could only stand. Though he would sit or lay atop a feather bed after only a moment he would spring to his feet again and pace the length of his room.
The local lord who hosted him was distraught by his prince’s condition. He called forth alchemists and necromancers to aid the boy, but none could cure his ail. After days the prince was tired and all were scared.
Finally a mysterious man in a leather apron came to the prince’s side he carried a great wooden box filled with potions and terrifying tools of his trade. He observed the boy for only a moment before he made his diagnosis.
“wrestles leg syndrome,” proclaimed the mysterious man. “And I Dr. Feelgood can tell you how to cure your ail, but I must ask for your assistance in a certain matter.”
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