Nogrod and Greenie entered the pub. Nogrod seemed relieved but a bit annoyed as well - both to Greenie and to himself.
"Now you could have at least sent me an sms or something, right? I was really worried..." he complained.
"But those musicians were such a cool bunch I totally lost my sense of time..."
"Not only the sense of time but also that of direction..." Nogrod put in sarcastically.
"You could have texted me as easily" Greenie snapped back.
"Okay, okay... sorry about that" Nogrod admitted. "Well here we are anyway, all's well that ends well."
"Aren't we only just beginning Nogs?" Greenie grinned.
"Bah..." Nogrod frowned and then smiled, "Let's go meet some people."
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Upon the hearth the fire is red
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet...
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