the eve of Holy Trinity, at Vespers
Jan is a greedy whoreson. A man keeps watch while another man picks up a heavy saddlebag that isn't his, and what does the watcher get? Bugger all. Ernest better back me up on this or I will have a word with the captain about a certain chest.
Nota scribaeDictated leaning on a tent pole. He shouted the last part and smelled strongly of thin ale.

Keep your mouth shut, Walter. You did nothing but stand there.
Leave me out of this, you bastard. I have my own troubles.