Nial walked toward the front door. His legs still ached from the night before, but his head and his stomach had been calmed by his second Holiday Ale. Hoping to see a villager searching for a lost belonging Nial opened the front door. Instead of a villager he met an unknown face. A man stood before him in brown leggings and a green tunic covered in the soft dust of lengthly travel. His face wore a slow smile that spread backwards across his face, but did not touch his eyes.
"Master of the house." The stranger said in the formal greeting bowing his head slightly.
"Enter of my house and we will each share what we have." Nial responded kindling a spark of pride at the words taught to him by his father. Words of honour to a profession that he had no son to pass on to.
"I have friends within."
"Aye." Nial responded. "You will find them the only guests within. The day after the harvest is a slow day for Merrybrook. My Harvest ale is almost done, should I pour you a mug, sir?"
"Perun, Master of the house, Perun. I will find warmth within these walls."
"I am Master Nial, I light the fire withing these walls." Nial nodded as the stranger walked toward the table, the eyes of his other two guests watched his arrival. "Oh the ale sir? Should I pour you a mug?"
The stranger paused for a moment before nodding over his right shoulder. "Save a mug please, I think we wait for one more."
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