Corruption
Sir Ainsworth stated, blandly.
“You would think,” Sir Crossram said lightly, examining a few bottles of expensive wine that he found loitering about in the hallway in his hands, “…that someone taking flight would remember to grab the booze. Heh, nothing like drinking on the run, aye, mate?”
“This is no time for jokes, Sir Crossram!” Sir Ainsworth snapped, obviously irritated more than he let on at their futile search, “…let us just return to the others now. We still have an execution to attend to.”
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