Hangover
Somehow, I was acquainted with these bandits.
“You said we met each other yesterday?”
“What, don’t you remember? I don’t think I’d forget that face. It’s not every day that you meet a man with such a flat yellow face. I suppose, in some ways, you aren’t the man I met yesterday. I’d never expect to see that man marching into our territory with a nobleman as a companion.” Continue reading