The sound of broken crockery fills the Boar, followed by a squeal. The warrior soon finds himself in a bear hug. Only after his mumbling of not being able to breathe does she let go only to grasp him by the shoulders and give him a hard look.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, old friend. How has the world treated you?” Or better yet,” she says with a wink, “How have you treated it? A bit more scarred and weathered, to be sure, but still hale and hardy. A bit thinner perhaps but we’ll soon have you fixed right up.”

Turning to the wait staff, “Well, what are you waiting for? Fill this man’s horn!” Wraggling a finger at them, “Make sure it is never empty! Meanwhile, I have the best medicine for a world weary warrior. There’s roasted boar and some of my freshly baked bread with honey to start. Just let me get some fresh linens for the table and let the feast begin.”