Lachlan stretched back in a large chair nursing a mug of ale, and watching the little ankle-biters swarm around the room. It had been a surprisingly tough time keeping them all under guard that afternoon, but not a completely unenjoyable task.
The Inn now smelt of good food and drink, and the music from Lady Aylwen's pipes weaved around through the ears of all, bringing quite a merry mood. But Lachlan was content to sit and watch, knowing his reputation for being a trouble-maker at these sort of occasions was well known. But he was determined to enjoy his evening off from the cellars, and proceeded to empty his mug with great satisfaction, still tapping his feet to the music...
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