Ye Olde Cellar Inn
 

Come, friends and travelling companions, our long day's journey is nearly done, yonder humble hamlet will surely see us sup and lodge for the ebon night. Let us tarry not!

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Sooth, yon inn looks a right merry place! 'Tis a great stone pile, many a narrow window aglow with firelight. Draw close, hark at the din of the public room! Ha! Methinks some therein are the worse for drink. Even now, the ostler comes for our horses.

Come now, friends, the great oaken door opens for us. Let us take shelter for the night here, but I pray you, speak not as outlanders do, but harken to the tongues of the villagers.

Let us enter....

Verily, good man, might I bum a smoke?

Tha maun well be aksing - this 'ere companion of mine bears a goodly pouch of 'baccy at a' times.

;)

What (s)he said.

I'm leaving this thread. I suck at it. Anon, or something.

Oi! Wench, dunno be shy.

*shrugs in a very olde style*

I dinna ken.

It does my heart good to see you my friends!
Gather by the fire, sup, drink! It's a long night and we need some comfort against the dark.

I'll stand a round if any are embarrassed in the purse - Dame Fortune has smiled on me this week and a night passed in friendship cannot be measured against base coin. I'm no miser to eat the parings of the cheese when there are fresh rinds to cut!

Someone might want to stand the door though.
I hear there are canny folk abroad in these parts.
We want no burr to rankle the security of our soft companionship.

Hey, barmaid! Mead all round!

Huzzah! Dinner! We sup!

Shaw, merry, Zen and Scri -
You all have musty victuals, and will hath holp to eat it:
shaw is a very valiant trencherwoman; she hath an
excellent stomach.

ok, I'm stayin'!

:)

Here's to ye all - and let the musicians strike up a merry tune! <tosses sixpence>

Why, that looks to be a hoodie from days of yore.

D'ya mind passing the pig's 'ead? - Much obliged, thank 'ee.

Happen I have a very lusty appetite.
Pass the ashet and bid the landlord to keep the meat coming - wit and sausage can pass my lips with equal facility.

Merry, a big sausage it is, too! From a fiendish swine, no doubt. And as fiendish swine it is I speak, wherefore is our own Robbing Hood?

Aye: but if a Hood's fer the robbing what, pray, shouldst do with a little John?