Tap tap tap tap, the old oak door made as the old wand of the supreme deacon.
Pausing for
5
4
3
2
…. The door opened, a shadowy face a peered through the crack.
“Whom have you there?”
It is the Lord of The Western Pennies and he demands entrance to his wards keep.
“I am sorry. He’s out!”
Then he shut the door. This angered the supreme deacon.
BANG BANG BANG
The door opened once again.
“He is not here, now go away.”
The door shut with a slam.
what is going in Julian ?
Sorry M’Lord but the gatekeeper won’t let’s us enter.
Ah Old Jim is a rye old devil. Hmm let’s us make for the North and encamp 5 miles from here at the river ford
