Bodrick, who had snuck up behind the innkeeper, swung a large battle ax and chopped off the innkeeper’s head.
He ran from the tunnel carrying the head aloft. “Here!”, he shouted to the people outside, “I have slain the innkeeper.”
The poritz’s men, who were waiting outside and had made the noises which had scared the travelers burst into loud guffaws. “Now, now,” they said…
(continued)