There once were four men of royal heritage who were drinking at the same bar.



It came to pass that as one got drunker and drunker, he also got ruder and ruder, and the other three men had had enough. Two of them unsheathed their swords and one brandished his axe, and the three began approaching the unruly fourth.



His eyes passing over the glint of the sharp blades that quickly closed in on him, the drunken man sobered quickly and made a mad rush for the door, calling out over his shoulder, "Sorry to run, gentlemen, but I've already shaved once today!"









...Who was this rude drunk?