Hank grins at this. "Well, I wouldn't want to break tradition", he says, indicating 'lead on' to Vina and Roy, "I'll bring my pack, we can talk business later". Roy tears his gaze away from the surroundings and nods at Hank. "Sure. Wonder what they drink around this place, anyway?". "Many things", Vina says, "We make a lot of beverages here, which we sell to traders who take it on to the Kandar cities. I'm told that our honey beer reaches Vohrleyn, where it fetches vast prices!" Hank turns to Kylar before he leaves. "Good luck- I'll check up on you, later. Rest, now". "I swear I'm feeling better already", Kylar says, "I'll be up and about soon". "Oh no you won't", Vina tells him sternly, "You'll lie down and rest like he said, until I tell you to get up. I can tell that you're going to be as impatient as Jathren was". * * * * The village hall *does* rather resemble a tavern. Several wooden barrels of something stand on a low wooden table, along with a number of large earthenware jars. About a dozen villagers, mostly men but also one or two women are drinking from large metal tankards. A bulky man with a reddish face, and long sandy hair stands by the barrels. "Efsik, we have some visitors", Vina says to him. "So, you wish to sample some of my handiwork", Efsik says, turning to Hank and Roy. -- Tim Hall Weblog: http://www.kalyr.com/weblog Photos: http://kalyr.fotopic.net/
