[The light in a young lady's hand alerts England. He doesn't trust the inns 'round here, and has spent too many wars, imprisonments and pubcrawls not to be somewhat accustomed to a comfortable spot in the ah... 'privacy' of the outdoors.
He sits upright and pulls himself to his feet, curiosity piqued. (Sleep often evades him even in the most comfortable of places anyway.)]
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He sits upright and pulls himself to his feet, curiosity piqued. (Sleep often evades him even in the most comfortable of places anyway.)]
Ah-- Miss? Ma'am, excuse me...!