Seeing no-one waiting at the bar for service, Ulrik stepped heavily over to the druids table in the corner.
'Missus T'Lara, Missus Taowolf' He said, briefly nodding his head in acknowledgement 'well, blow me down, that's a sight, what takes you to here so out of the way from yer cottage missus T'Lara?'
'And while I'm here, can I interest either of you two in a drink? I'm sure a good drop o' mead won't hinder yer little conversation.'
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