Hath Thee Brakes
‘Blast!’ I muttered to myself, as my car skidded to a stop outside of the local tavern, its angry snorting kicking up straw and dirt. ‘Well, ‘ello!’ came a cry from inside, and a burly man in an ill-fitting tunic stumbled out of the doors, mead horn held aloft. ‘What do we ‘ave here, then?’ …