Upon my travels when I was a young lord, I looked for a coaching inn that had good bed and board.
This one remembered trip that that stuck in my mind was the roughest inn you would ever find.
My horse pulled up at a wooden style, so I thought I would rest for a short while, just at the moment it started to rain and as I looked up I saw a light at the end of the lane.
I came to an inn called 'The Travellers Rest' owned by an inn keeper called William West, I went into the inn before putting my horse in the stable when I noticed a big sign on the front of a table.
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