Arsehole guided Dave and Tequila around to the back of the Inn. The path had barrels and crates stacked up, and some old plastic-looking tarps were covering some of them.
"Is this all because of the rat problem?" Dave asked Arsehole, but then also asked. "Why do they call you Arsehole? Do you have a real name?"
"Jigs, but Ma calls me Arsehole so much that it just stuck, I don't know. Stuff is stacked out here cause of the rats," Jigs said, gesturing to the stuff.
Jigs was not the brightest, and a bit slow, but Dave didn't mind. Someone like this would be much better than a person that was too clever for their own good.
After weaving around, and making their way down the back alley, they reached the back of the Inn. The area was twelve by seven meters wide and there was a large barn directly behind the Inn.
"Jigs! You bring out a new group for the rats to eat?" Called the voice of a man that was similar to Dave's age.
"Mhmm," said Jigs.
