"Blasted elephantitis," he remarked to no one in particular for the tavern was empty. Gregory's Hall was not a savory place to be come nightfall.
Stanley walked in with his typical fervor. Slamming the door and such nonsense.
"Silence!" belched Johnson, "you let in more cold air with your entrances than the bitch wind herself."
Stanley had secretly been hoping that Johnson wouldn't be at Gregory's Hall tonight. But it was meant to be, people would whisper later, as Stanley knew a thing or two about matters across town. Johnson ordered his 7th.
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