• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 04
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Another One

'So we are being put out, aren't we? Oh, wipe off that surly look from your face! It's your fault, drinking away the profit from the land. How many times have I warned you? Now you act like you are being martyred, yet you went looking for it. I am losing everything and its your fault, you just had to drink every last drop from the tavern! So what you planning to do with that pitchfork? Y'all wanna hack these poor men from the bank cause they didn't warn you last night when you were buying them booze? Serves you right!'