As the party progressed late into the night, the revellers grew less and less. Some had chores to address the following day. But the squire’s guards, at least those that were off duty, took the time to keep the party going as long as they could; much to the jealously of those who still had to keep watch. Occasionally, they’d be able to swipe a bottle of mead or a jug of ale from a departed table that hadn’t been cleared yet.
‘This ale’s disgusting.’ said one guard to his friend, an
arm hidden behind his back. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’d coughed their
guts out before they left.’ He threw the contents into a shrub pot, then shrugged
and dropped the jug there too.
‘Never mind that, who’s on door duty tonight? They’ve put
the giantess in the breakfast room. Just imagine her sans clothes.’ They gazed
up at the giantess’s chest, which had two large wine barrels of its own.
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