So it's the end of the week and I'm down my local enjoying company of the tavern wench. I make gratuitous remarks about the size of her ale jugs and she makes assertion's on the size of my blackjac...
My first target is a fledgling, run by one Elizabeth Wren: a vain, clueless daughter of a well-off baron. Her daddy bought her the place as a kind of hobby, had it built with little concern for its...
The fisheries have had a bad year. Unemployed roam the streets and crowd the pubs. The merchants sleep with one eye open and keep a tight grip on their property amid the unrest. A thief, even a ski...
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