Timothy tied Brandon to the wall outside Fort [+TE+]The_Lad and crept over to the small wooden door in the side of the outer wall, followed by his new companion.
"What's your name, by the way?"
Timothy asked. The figure pulled down his hood and replied:
"Mah naymz Lem init bruv."
Tim tipped his fedora then returned to the matter at hand, opening the door and entering the dungeon. In front of him stood a tall man. He looked as if he was fed up with everything - life, his job, everyone and the guy stood behind him clubbing him over the head with a pan. His voice was coarse as he spoke up.
"Will you fuck off outside with that pan?!"
He yelled, turning around and punching the other in the face.
"Inside is for trading, outside is for pissing people off!"
After that was done, he turned back to the pair.
"How can I help you?"
Timothy replied:
"We'd like to see the Haggis. I assume you know who I mean."
"Oh I hate that fat Scottish prick!"
The man replied, turning and walking down a long corridor lined with cell doors. They reached the end of the dungeon and before them stood two iron doors. After unlocking the door the man stood aside and signalled for them to proceed inside.
"What're you here for?"
The man in front of them cried. He was lying on a huge pile of haggis, to the point where he was almost touching the ceiling of the cell. He picked up a haggis from his side and took a huge bite out of it.
"We require your help, sir. I have been told you know of a certain item and where to find it, but... we need some privacy in which to talk about this."
"I'm listening..."
The man replied, before the rude, older man closed the door behind them and walked away.
