"How many do you reckon sire…?
It’s not as if he hasn’t behaved himself in a fairly organised fashion and some people have even been using that peculiar device he produced even thou’ the general consensus around the village of those we have asked for their opinion say the keyboard runs the wrong way . . .
Lord Wyleu spun round…
“asked…?” he spat the words . . .
“ASKED …?”
"what do you think this is , Bloody Pointless… ?
He span round and glared out the window which he’d flung open, knocking a window-cleaner off in the process . . .
He listened to the shrieking descending cry. and grimaced briefly at the thump. . . .
What do we normally do in these circumstances…?
Well, Sir, perhaps a small gift to the widow and a minor payment to the window cleaners guild, would . . .
Lord Wyleu hushed him,
"Not the bloody window cleaner . . . . "
The Ravens . . . .ten ought to do it. . . give them channel numbers…
The courtier shuffled of, and returned with a large wooden frame covered in a cloth carried by several struggling peasantry . . .
Lord Wyleu waited impatiently, whilst they pushed and pulled the device into the room. . .
He narrowed his eye and peered at one of the peasant’s who was prodding the cloth cautiously . . .
There was a loud CaaaWWW! and the peasant yelped as a beak glinted briefly then withdrew. . . .
“Keen . . .” ,
thought his Lordship…
The cloth was finally withdrawn to reveal a row of bells each with a raven sitting next to it. . .
Ok lets hear it. . .
Ok that will do…
Ship it.
What do you mean he won’t accept delivery . . . .
Happy Birthday @riban !
