Mort - unaware

“You said people looked at you in an inn?” said Cutwell. “What did you do, then? Walk through the wall?”

“No! I mean, no, I just drank this drink, I think it was called scrumble—”

“Scumble?”

“Yes. Tastes like rotten apples. You’d have thought it was some sort of poison the way they kept staring.”

“How much did you drink, then?” said Cutwell.

“A pint, perhaps, I wasn’t really paying much attention—”

“Did you know scumble is the strongest alcoholic drink between here and the Ramtops?” the wizard demanded.

“No. No one said,” said Mort. “What’s it got to do with—”

“No,” said Cutwell, slowly, “you didn’t know. Hmm. That’s a clue, isn’t it?”

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