Although Hargen was just a guest at this celebration of life, he figured out that the first thing to do was to get to the drinks, and everything else would fall into place.
The fighters push their way to the bar.
-- Hey, buddy! Two dark ones.
-- I hope they finally broke that picky jaw of yours, huh, Sige? -- the bartender replies good-naturedly. The only reason for his displeasure seems to be that he will have to reach for the good beer, but definitely not because of the fighter's request.
-- Nope, don't count on it.
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Once inside, Aidan sighed quietly, realizing that they definitely wouldn't be able to relax here, although that was obvious from the start.
- Yeah, - Sandar drawled, looking around the tavern. - Well, let's hope these freeloaders haven't drunk all the ale and there's at least one mug left for us. Let's go.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers