“Where are we going?” young Hakon questioned.
“To a place of merriment where we can shake off this chill, Tindee Tavern. You should eat young man and get some rest. We can discuss your journey over supper.” Hakon was elated at the promise of a fresh meal amongst good company.
“Do they happen to have mead or ale at this fine establishment?” Shin-Kicker asked excitedly with a wide grin.
“That they do, good sir. Enough even to satisfy your thirst I'd wager.” The Dwarf was delighted and revived at the idea of a night of frivolity.
“Just a few drinks then, no more than a cask or two!” The Tindee Tavern, an appropriate name for such a place at the base of the mountain near Trolltindee Hall. The owner of this particular establishment was none other than Bard, a fat, bald and kind hearted olde
