This?
Aye.
Oh. I was a time at a dungeon. 50 days. Over in France. Louis. He had me there.
Oy. But what is this adorning your cloak?
Aye. Well. That. That’s a mystery. Strangest thing. This last night. I did know then it was to be. The room was that i was to be at least 60 moe days as that bastard said. Claiming me a done deal. Tells me Charles has ye under the wing now. Ye been claiming ye know H. So what ye know could keep you here for life. But minimum another 60 days of you don’t tell us every thing you know about this third HENRY III.
Oy. Go on.
Well. I was to thinking in my cell that night V. I was thinking long and hard. What would a Viking tell me to do. Should I Knight. Break bread. Or commit the risk of vow.
Aye. I see.
So I sat there thinking the options. Next I know I woke up with the smell of roses lingering around my garbage. Strangest thing I ever wiffed that concoction. Took me a bit to figure where I was. And when I fixed my havd to my left side I felt this pouched tied to me. I didn’t know what to think of it so I pushed it down near my arse. Pinched me it did.
OH BOY!!! HAR!!! Go on.
So I placed it tight as I could near my waist to try and see it better later in light. Next I know my cell gates were open and my orders were GET THE FUCK OUT!!!!!!
So I ran out. In my chains that as I started to climb up and out miraculously fell from my waste and the pouched dropped to the floor with it. I picked it up. Not a guard was to be seen for miles and miles. And then I found you.
Oy. Give me the pouch please.
As you wish sire.
Well. Will you look here mate. Inside are 5 gold pieces. And one thorn. Now tell me. Where is this dungeon.
It’s WEST Harry. It’s west.
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