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Eodwine and company
The seven travelers gathered in the common room for breakfast. Eodwine held his head in both hands, his elbows on the table. Falco was snickering at him.
"Master, Eodwine, you need to learn to handle your ale better."
"What would you expect, Master Falco, of one who has been starved and almost gutted in recent weeks. Ow! And keep your voice down. Heavens above, I do not even know where I slept last night."
"Nor do I," Falco replied, "come to think of it. What of the rest of you?"
"I cannot remember a thing about sleeping," Falowik admitted. "We must have done so, for here it is morning! And I feel refreshed!"
"And there Ruby and Buttercup are already about the day's business," Gorby put in.
"We must break our fast soon," Uien said, "for we must be off to catch up with Eswen and Lumiel."
"Aye."
"What," groaned Eodwine, "do they have for a strong morning drink to calm one's throbbing scull?"
Falco rose. "I will have a talk with Buttercup," he announced, and walked off to the kitchen.
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