Bell, Prince of Fresh Air

Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside-down



And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you all about my life as the Prince of Fresh Air.



In Festwil-on-Delphia, forlorn and dazed,
In a fairground is where I woke up in a haze



Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And apparently being royal despite having no clue



When a couple of mercs who were up to no good
Started making trouble in the sacred wood



I took out one with a knife and his bro got scared
And said "You're lookin' like the amnesiac Prince of Fresh Air."



I pulled rank on some knights and I made my way home,
I was back to the folks who don't care when I roam



So look at me know, I'm back home and all good
Hoping no one knows 'bout the corpse in the wood.

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SpoilerA loose-at-best badly-drawn murder un-mystery vaguely based on a nineties TV show? What could go wrong?

>You are a prince. Princes are pretty much allowed to do what they want, even murder people. Chillax.

>Go find some wenches or something.

> You might as well kick it.

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SpoilerThat...was...AWESOME

> Meet with derpy cousin. Have a dance-off.

Well, hold on, now! That's the least of your worries!

Why'd you wake up in the middle of a fairground in the middle of nowhere? Were you kidnapped? You need to investigate this matter.

> Attempt to become taller. A prince the size of a footstool will never be respected by the public.

> Return to the scene of the crime. Accuse the other merc.