He wove his way through the crowd of men and woman. He saw smiling faces as he passed talking and singing at the tables or leaning against the wall. The tables were old and worn with the grooves of countless mugs of ale and dinner plates. He began making his way between to long rows of tables with bench seating. As he made his way a man wearing a brown shepherd's hat and a brown woollen vest leaned back from the table, mouth smiling and eyes glazed, and raised his mug of ale to the man in the white shirt.
The man in the white shirt smiled and nodded awkwardly, unsure how to return the gesture.
"You need something in your hand!" The shepherd clapped the man in the white shirt on the shoulder. "A drink! The nut ale will be what yer looking for. Trust me, it's good for what ales you."
"Come off it already." A large woman groaned from the seat next to the shepherd. She turned to the left to face the shepherd and the man in the white shirt. "He tries that joke on any new face around her. None laugh. Do you hear that?" She turned to address the shepherd. "It's not funny. How many moons with the same joke!" She signed and shook her head. "Nut Ale!" She yelled at no one in particular. "Two nut ale's here. I need to drown this fool's jokes."
"See it is good for what ale's you!" The shepherd laughed.
The man seated directly across from the shepherd nearly spit his drink on the table as he laughed. Choking he thumped his fist against his chest. "Gods Pisco you like to play with fire."
"How do you think I got us here." The shepherd named Pisco said with a smile, turning back to the table. "She loves fiery men."
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