"We should go Master Nial, the hour is getting late." The censor's men put down their drinks. "Good evening and enjoy your harvest."
"Good evening to you Censor. A safe journey."
"I'm sure that it will be." With that the censor and his men left the Inn. Master Nial took a slow sip from his Harvest Ale and watched the men leave his Inn.
"What was that all about?" His wife asked as she dried a wet mug.
"I don't know."
"He's not staying the night?"
"He didn't ask."
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