the daily special, and hold the rioting mob
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 80060
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"I sure am hungry," Fred says as he makes his way through the poo and mud
slinging peasants, his sensitive nose smelling bacon through all the blood
and mud and fecal matter. He makes his way over to what passes for an Inn,
'The Scurvy Wench'. He goes in, notices its filth, disorder, and general
unsanitary atmosphere and sighs. Par for the course, he thinks to
himself, then sits down at a table. Outside the Inn, the increasing mob of filthy peasants looks strangely at the door. "Did he say he was hungry?" says the toothless old woman. "Lets go in and throw more poo at him! We have to run him out of town!" and there is a large murmur of assent from the crowd. The people in front reach for the door handle, but then a strange old man wearing wizards robes cuts in front of the door. "Lets not be hasty" says the old man. "I mean, I am all for mud and poo flinging, and yes its true he did kill Covar's boy," and at this a loud wailing sob is heard. "pipe down now!" he yells, then "where was I? Oh yes, well its true he beat ol Jim Whete down with his cash box, and that he disemboweled Covar's boy, and from what I heard made the Magistrate shite himself but at the same time... he is sitting down to dinner!" and at this there is nothing but strange looks from the crowd. "Who cares what he is doing?!" yells a freckled boy, "he killed my best friend! I saw him do it in such a fashion, I am scarred for life." and he runs forward and pushes the old man out of the way. The crowd then surges into the Inn, leaving the old man standing outside, leaning on his staff. "Dammit," says the old man, "I didn't think that would work. Sorry Fred, I gotta come up with a plan B before you 'dispatch' the whole town." and then he mutters to himself and wonders off. Back in the Inn Do they not even have a barmaid in this horrid establishment?! thinks Fred, as he makes another loud "Ahem!" while banging his fist on his empty table. "A little service here, innkeeper," he says, looking at what passes for the menu, scrawled on some parchment. Meate with breade, ale Two Cp Medium Qual Meate, no worms, non-moldy bread, medium quality ale Seven Cp Bread and Meat Brothe, grog One Cp Fred is, to say the least, unimpressed. He stands up holding the parchment and pointing to it with his other finger in a stabbing motion. "I say!" he declares loudly, right as the townspeople enter the Inn, "you! Peasants! Someone must answer for the horrible quality of the items on your menu. Furthermore, I must make another complaint as I smelled bacon outside and there is clearly none for sale! This is false advertising!" Speaking of the townspeople, they pile into the Inn common room, which is of decent size, and have mud and poo and rocks in their hands, ready to attack. They raise their hands to toss their payload at our raging knight, but this does not deter him from getting even more hostile. They aren't responding! Its like they all have worms upon the brain... he thinks, and then out loud "Now! Someone must answer for it now! Where is your 'Braised tenderloin with port reduction', your 'Rib roast served with au jus', your 'broiled asparagus wrapped in bacon' with a nice balsamic vinegar accompaniment?" The last thing Fred thinks before he is hit with poo, mud, and rocks, is When I find the proprietor of this establishment, I need to give him a piece of my mind! As you can imagine, having a couple dozen townspeople hit you with feces, mud, and small to medium size throwing rocks does not improve Fred's move. Does their insolence know no bounds?! he thinks to himself, as his face turns red and he grabs his swords. "Right then! Fred yells, and....
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Lord Reaibn Daenorth
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