Inside, the tavern was a scene of goodwill and camaraderie. As they entered, Corsair’s ears were filled with the familiar sound of metal pitchers clanging against one another, accompanied by the laughter and jeers of those who indulged in drinking en masse. Many were sitting around tables with friends and comrades while some crowded the bar, sitting on the stools positioned before the countertop.
“Let’s get a place by the bar,” Ragnar said. “Mr Duncan will be happy to see us.”
“To see you, sure,” Corsair said.
“He’s not that petty, Corsair.”
The trio waded through the tight aisles between seated wolves, Ragnar clearing a path while Corsair and Rohesia followed behind him. Some wolves muttered greetings as they passed and the two Sedrids returned them.
They approached the bar and Ragna
