My dear friend Montresor and I have ventured into the catacombs under his home for the finest wine I know. I cant wait to get my hands on a nice bottle of Amontillado. To express my gratitude I do a step of gratitude. But Montresor looked puzzle, I knew he was not a mason.
I didn't really believe Montresor when he told me he was a mason. He reached in his sleek black coat to pull out..
He pulled out some trowel. I didn't know why he had it and I kind of didn't care I was too drunk to understand why he had it or what he had it for, maybe that's how he's going to get the Amontillado I honestly dont know.