I know, it is becoming crowded quickly.... I see people in these parts don't have any of those silly rules about waiting to celebrate until the sun's crossed the yardarm, or whatever.

I've noticed FOUR sellers of amber in that corner, and a fur merchant in THIS corner . . . and look at the gold on that warrior there! This is a much richer area than I'd imagined, even if the bar does appear to be made largely out of growing tree trunks.

Although you know I prefer Falernian, this meade isn't bad at all . . . I SWEAR I smell fields of clover!