He stared at the trophies on display.
He hated them, but he didn't want to upset his hosts.
He made polite conversation, hopefully nodding in all the right places.
He' stumbled across the village somehow and now he wanted to get away as soon as possible.
He couldn't be sure whether they still practiced....
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I'm out on a jaunt today so I'll catch up with you all over the weekend. Have a good one.