I'm not a sentimental man, but I thought I'd at least show my face at Mother Redcap's funeral.
She'd ran the Captain's Rest pub down by the docks and had a soft spot for a young lad with a
sob story and a haul of goods of dubious origin.
Three days later a letter arrived from her. Turns out the rumours were true - her old man had been
a pirate back in the day. He had been swindled out of his biggest haul by one 'Lord' Sutch, a man
who is now breaking his way into high society - mostly by breaking limbs.
Her final request? Rob him blind. I think that's one request I'm happy to accept.
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