" Atrast vala, strangers " cried out the tarvern maiden as soon as the four members of the company walked in. " Welcome to the Tapsters ! I am Corra, your hostess, how may I serve you ? " asked the chubby dwarf woman with an apron tied around her waist and neck as she ushered the men inside and seated them at one of the many stone tables in the rather squat establishment.
" A round of ales for me and my companions here. " asked Torstein as he sat down with a deep smile upon his face. " With fifty seven types, I am sure we can satisfy your needs. I recommend the Backbreaker Stout. She has a heavy head and a deep, rich taste. Two silvers gets you a pint. " responded the woman, to whom Torstein simply nudged Nicholas to press a single gold dragon coin in her open palm. " You'll see lads, no
