The woman shrugged. "So – now that I know, I can help you. I have a young man, fifteen years old. He's the stable boy, takes care of the horse and carriage and whatnot, but he's lovely to look at, and willing to do what you like for a few dollars. What do you say to that?"
That NEEDS to be made into a Sharpe fic! He used to work at an Inn as the stableboy!!! *gets down on knees* *does puppy eyes* and *BEGS*
And Riflemen needed to march with Sean to rescue Viggo here...
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Date: 2013-05-23 04:20 pm (UTC)That NEEDS to be made into a Sharpe fic! He used to work at an Inn as the stableboy!!! *gets down on knees* *does puppy eyes* and *BEGS*
And Riflemen needed to march with Sean to rescue Viggo here...