"We're on a quest to find a certain something... and I've been told you're the only person that knows where it is."
Timothy began.
"We're looking for the modship of Tiptoptradia, and I need your help in navigating a way to it. Perhaps you could aid us?"
The man rolled down from atop the pile of haggis and his the ground with a thud. He stood up and brushed himself off (except his crotch because he couldn't see that) and spoke.
"If you can get me outta here laddie, I'll help ya. Not sure if you'll be able to though."
The pair opened the door and walked down the corridor to where the man from before was stood.
"Is there any way we could possibly pay the Haggis' bail?"
The man laughed.
"Take the fat Scottish prick! The only person I hate more than him is the bastard that runs this fort, and I couldn't give a shit what he does to me!"
Tim tipped his fedora and then returned to the Haggis, telling him of the man's proposition. They got to the exit slowly, at the Haggis' walking pace, and then stepped outside followed by the man from earlier.
"Take that horse over there and get out of here quickly, before [+TE+]The_Lad notices a prisoner has gone."
Before they had left, the man looked over at Tim's horse.
"Your horse looks like a ponce, he needs putting in his place."
The man then hurried inside and shut the door, locking it behind him.
"I'd suggest heading into Yorkshire before we go anywhere else. I'm sure there are many people you could recruit there."
And so they headed North to the county of Yorkshire, where Tim hoped to find many new heroes to aid them on their quest.
