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The Tavern of Rogues was busy.
The black colored chandelier swung up and down.
"Argh! Wot are yer doin' Mabel?", Richards asked. He moved along the small Ale Hall rooms. "This needs to be bigger", he vented. "I'm fixin' dinner. Ale, fer yer", Mabel asked. She stared at him. "Aye, how much?", Richards enquired."£2", Mabel said. "Aye", Richards paid her. "Thank ye", Mabel said, as she filled his mug of ale.
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The front door burst open. Three rogues arrived. They wore black colored hoods on their heads; they wore black colored capes; and they were also wearing black colored boots on their feet.
They were wearing black colored breeches, black colored belts, and had long, wicked scars on their left and right cheeks. "Have ye got a room fer three men?", one of the rogues asked Mabel. "£1 a room", Mabel said. "Aye, and a meal an' ale?", the second rogue asked. "£2", Mabel said. "Here's £10", the third rogue man said. "Aye, ye can 'ave the first three rooms upstairs...separate of course", she added. "We don' need no trouble", Mabel said. "We're not trouble", the first rogue told Mabel, "...unless you make us angry", he threatened. Mabel shivered, and didn't push any further.
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The Medieval Tales Part 4 The Tavern of Rogues A novel
Ficción históricaWhen Joseph and girlfriend Louise leave London Town, a criminal named Barrow, suffers in the London Dungeon. When he escapes, he vows revenge on Prince Chortle, whose greedy ambition hides his evil side. The beginning of a new trilogy of medieval an...
