Why not stop by the pub for a quick pint, then straight off to Lord Barraclough.
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You push through the door to the pub and the sound of rowdy singing assaults you. The place smells like cheap gin and piss. You’re not adverse to a bit of rough. Your eyes scan the crowds...
... and catch on the buxom young doxy before the piano.