The White Horse Inn, Act III

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"Name a treat you would like," Eodwine answered Saeryn, casting a glance at the newcomers. He gently extricated himself from Gudryn's leaning grip, rose, and raised his tankard in greeting. "Hail and well met, soon-to-be-friends. I am Eodwine of the Gap, often to be found here. Please come join us. How are you called?"

That moment, the front door flew open with a bang, and in walked a pair of tall, strongly built blonde and bearded men.

"Good even all!" merrily shouted the one who walked in front. "The life of the party has arrived!"

"Ach, Garreth," said his seeming twin, "tone it down a notch."

Garreth either did not hear, or chose not to notice, for his eyes had grown large, taking in the comely new lass who with her companion was now approaching the table where the others sat.

"Ho now!" Garreth called. "An new eligible maiden has joined the company, it seems."

Garreth's companion rolled his eyes and made signs for all but Garreth to see that he considered himself not to be associated with the man.

Falco laughed. "Harreld, I fear you're stuck with him. Better you than me!"

"Our friendly bunch is growing!" said Eodwine. "Shall we not bring two tables together to accomodate everyone? Oh, and Saeryn, what about that treat?"