Little B&W side-story today, while I work through the remaining pair of VIP Requests this week.

The lesson of said story is that if your silver-tongued travelling companion tries to convince you that selling your sphincter to a bunch of burly sailors is a better way to grind enough gold for boat tickets, rather than stabbing rats in the basement of a Ye Olde Inn or harvesting bear testicles from the local forest...

...well, just keep this old saying in mind: "There's no such thing as a free donkeypunch"