Ievos marched right into the city and found an alehouse he knew Inar frequented, he hoped he was there and intended to get steadily drunk. He would even drink ale if that were all they had; he did not care what it tasted like as long as it did the job. He first saw Agoras and then realised the others were all here, Vas, but no Dresna, he had heard talk that she had not been feeling well. Tirrad was here, his pregnant wife Senni, Inar and of course his wife Hendra. They welcomed him to their table at which some sat, and others stood nearby, the table was outside but underneath a shelter to shade from the heat. Inar was sitting and he invited Ievos to sit with him.
“We are all indulging in scale of the dragon that burned me, a saying we use when we are nursing hangovers with more alcohol,”
