And then there were his three new conquests back in the well. But he calculated that this was indeed Sprockfuddle and that his plan had worked out well. “Alright.it’s ‘M’Tun’. Maybe it had worked out a little too well. . “…No, punch him in the face, Honey. Even that fag High Elf wasn’t there to bother him. The more he pondered that the more he realized M’Tun would most likely want his gold back. Thorsona watched several more blows land on Falco, shouting encouragements for Bauer to keep going. He needed to redeem himself. If you are Sprockfuddle we have a mutual friend out in Antonica.”
He could see by the Gnome’s uncomfortable reaction he had found Sprockfuddle but the Gnome responded guardedly. All paid for by our stupid taxes.” The Gnome hrumphed then repeated in case Falco had not heard clearly “stupid taxes.”
Falco did not know anything about taxes. All Falco had time think was “Oh, no!” He instinctively stood up from his cot in an obsequious effort to show respect. He knew defending himself would do nothing but earn further punches. No doubt he was another newcomer to Qeynos, lost and looking for some store or person. “I wonder if you could help me.”
Falco did not miss the eye-rolling look the lady guard gave him.
