Yet Another Dreadful Fairy Book

Yet Another Dreadful Fairy Book — page 9
Crooked Rook’s swinging doors and was greeted with the noxious stench of onion stew stale pipe smoke and sweaty feet He turned back to Shade his eyes watering By that I mean there’s something important here It’s still quite pungent and I would not recom mend touching anything with bare flesh if you can avoid it In the history of Elfame it’s unlikely there had ever been a darker filthier smellier inn than the Crooked Rook If there were no doubt the Rook’s owner would have taken measures to make things worse its horren dous grubbiness being both an immense source of pride for him and a way to ensure the right kind of clientele namely the worst of the worst That night the tavern was filled as it usually was with shifty-looking fairies some playing cards at rickety tables by the dim light of guttering candles others whispering in the impenetrable shadows at the edges of the great common room Being two of the shorter fairies in the Crooked Rook Poor Richard and Shade had to climb up onto stools to see over the top of the bar where they found 4