Laughter erupted from the poor, chained sod in the cell across the hall, but the guard still stood emotionless. “Ah, come on.” I groused. “He thought it was funny… and he’s shackled!” “You’re wasting your time.” said an elderly, well-dressed, portly man as he stepped into view. “He’ll never laugh. The Queen’s guards are rigorously trained to ignore all distractions.” The short, plump man spoke casually from below his tight-fitting bowler hat. He stood next to the young, tall, mountainous guard in extreme contrast. In his right hand he held my travelers staff. The moment I saw my staff I knew I had a chance to escape.
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