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Nial and Sirah cooked a small meal for the Inn's three guests and served it to them. The guests sat at the table eating their food and slowly drinking their beer. The talked, but often Nail would catch them simply sitting at the table looking at each other for long periods of time.

After a time he cleared away their plates noticing that they had not been touched for a while.

"Another round of Ale?" Nial asked.

"Is there any more of the holiday brew?" Reynard asked with a smile.

"Sadly sir, we I would approximate that we only have enough for one mug left, and Master Perun here asked me to save it for the next guest from your party to arrive."

"Well, he is a very nice fellow, isn't he Cytheria? He just gives and gives."

Nial wasn't sure what what happening in the silence that fell over the table after Reynard's comment. "I do have another fine ale, it's just the house ale. Although I probably shouldn't say just, this that gives it a 'lesser' feel. It's not the Harvest Ale, but it's still pretty good."

"That will do then." Perun said. "I think we'll all have another?"

"I think I'll have my third." Cytheria said, he heart melting Nial, but he wished that she hadn't let it slip that he had given her an extra Harvest Ale earlier in the evening.

There was a knock at the door.

"Oh this is too glorious!" Reynard laughed. "She was always one for timing. We should have done this ages ago!"

"We did." Perun said simply. "I have." He added, his eyes scanning towards the door.