Crown and Coin

[Stoat]

Fortunatus burst through the doors of the Crown and Coin. He'd not visited the place since the loss of Isaac Brock, and it was time to dispell that demon. Strolling up to the bar he spotted Sir Andrew Stuart, ingratiating himself upon a couple of the youger female officers.

"Andrew! Bloody hell Andrew, you'll never believe what they've gone and done! They've only gone and made me a blasted Knight of the Realm! Me!! Sir Fortunatus bloody Wright! Why'd they have to go and do that to me, Andrew? Am I supposed to become respectable now?" He turned to the barman. "A bottle of Ballantine's single malt, George. I'm either celebrating, or drowning my sorrows, and Andrew, here, and these two lovely young ladies," and indeed they were lovely, "are going to help me. Sod it, make that two bottles!"

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