“A frothy serving of c**k’s Knot is purity in a mug; hearty, and good for the skin and hair. A mug of d**k’s Knot is most impure and foul, it’s chunky and churns the belly.”
That one I had to break up before fists or—worse yet—daggers were drawn.
So well had the day gone, I decided to reward the men for their hard work.
“Ho!” I called out, bringing the caravan to a halt. Climbing atop one of the larger salamanders, I stood upon its back to be better seen. “Your attention please, gentlemen. Upon arrival to the next village, I promise a round of refreshment to every man for a day’s work well done.”
“Whores?” asked a voice from somewhere in the back.
“Grog,” I said.
Two-thirds of the men cheered, the remaining third groaned in disappointment.
“Now, now gentlemen. Those of you who have
