Pale Pete, owner of the Hack and Cough Pub, was not a happy man. Built as solidly as one of his larger kegs, he stood with folded arms between the Heroes and his stock. A thick cudgel hung from his hip. “Every keg with that hideous dead cow on it,” Inga confirmed. “You haven’t had any yourself, have you?” “I taste test every barrel that comes through these doors.” He grimaced. “Can’t say I could stomach more than a sip of that stuff. But I got a great bargain.” “I’m sure,” Inga said. “But like Old Mother Twostraps used to say, if you pay for rough linen drawers, you can’t expect ’em to feel like silk. Sure, outlaws and smugglers are happy to cut prices. They’re just as happy to cut throats. That ale is poisoned.” “That’s preposterous!” Pete looked at Tipple, and his eyes narrowed. “I see what this is about. Old Jeremiah Tipple claims to be a Hero, but nothing’s really changed.
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