Excerpt Critique #2

Hi ya gents and gentresses. Having survived my first excerpt, its time for the next challenge. Are you ready?

You’re going to have to be honest…

On your marks, (such and such)

GO!

(This is a couple chapters later and has no relation to my last excerpt.)

On the morn of the morrow, many of the townsmen gathered in at the very same inn. They sat around one large table feasting in bursts of draughts on mini ponds of beer swirling in fat mugs while he who sat at the head of the table recounted the events of yesterday in a burly voice with facial expressions that would have put the finest actors to shame.
“So there I was, sitting on the bench as I always does.”
“Don’t lie to us Clément, we all know there’s nothing you ever does.”
“Right you are! Nothing I ever does, except to look and listen and to tell. So, as I was saying, there I was, sitting on the bench as I always doesn’t. That’s when I saw them. They came up in a cart they did with Jacques. Course, he didn’t know as what sort of folks they were, did he? No, of course he didn’t. So up he come with them and helps the wounded one out and into the inn. This inn!” He thumped his fist on the table and stared wide eyed at all his listeners. “Now when I saw one with blood, my suspicions began to arise as you might expect, me being a sharp fellow and all. I asked Jacques what caused that fellow his bloody arm. He says to me that he got it in a fight with the bandits. Now whether that was so, I doubt, but I won’t say it was wrong for bandits don’t care who they attack, do they? So I stayed there wondering for a while, and kept wondering even after the doctor had come. Now the doctor, he left me there for a long time, but I cared not for I doesn’t. I doesn’t, that is what I do and so time is not an enemy of me. Then after some time, he comes out like this:” The man made a facial expression. All the others gasped.
“Really, like that?” they asked.
“Aye, like that. Just so. And it catches my attention you may be sure. So I asks him, ‘What’s going on doctor?’ And he answers me, ‘There’s an English spy in our town, in this very inn.’ Rouse the city said he and so I did as you all know and did my duty well. So that is how it all happened last night and I thank you for the breakfast.”
“But I still don’t understand” interjected one of his listeners. “How did the spies escape.”
“That” answered the story teller, his voice dropping to a whisper and face looking suddenly grave, “That is a question that no man can answer.”