Dougy’s POV
Izzy, Killian, and myself enter the gatehouse, which has had quite a transformation in the last few hours after being pretty much gutted by dragon fire. The door to the dungeon had been hastily repaired, and the room inside cleaned of debris. I was pleased to notice all eight barrels of whiskey had already been brought up from the storage rooms below and left in the gatehouse house for my uncle to collect, just as I had instructed.
“No! No! Nooooo!” I could hear uncle Alfies screams of anger at his two eldest sons coming from the dungeon all the way from the top of the stairs in the gatehouse. The new door had been left open. “I told both of ye not to get involved! Now ye’ll both be punished!”
I cannot hear their response, as they talked far more quietly. Such a s
