19: New Friends
“With a hiddle-dee-dee let go of me, I’ll rip you with me horns o’. With a hiddle-dee-dee let go of me, I’ll leave you torn and broken oh.” The Grenadier and the Goat
So it was decided that the visiting professional would be lodged at the inn, under the care of the Widow Logan. Now Brandy being a smaller town and by no means a hub of travel, the inn was of no great luxury. But a grenadier was, at the end of the day, a soldier, and soldiers could make do with much much less than the amenities that were provided.
Davey took another swig of the ale he'd requested an hour before as he looked over his tools by candlelight. Once again he saw in his mind’s eye the teeth like needles and the long ropey arms that could snap bones like they were glass and squeeze the life from me
