I enter the Red Boar, and head to the server behind the bar. Some men amuse themselves with axes and spears as a few females watch their gameplay.

"Mead" I say to the wench, placing some coins on the heavy plank of the bartop.

She fills a large horn with foamy brew, and I chug the contents, as I signal for a refill. It has been too long since I have had the luxury of libations and women, and I plan to indulge to excess.