The hamlet

Ah, so nice to get back to the old homestead after a backbreaking day at the castle.


The king didn’t laugh at one joke today, I ripped my tights, and these goddamn bells on my tunic are doing nothing for my hangover.


Might as well grab a little hair of the dog that bit me, grab me a meat pie, and see if anybody wants to play a game of skittles or two. Hey, WTF?


Launce took my parking space. Again. Goddamn Launce.

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