[Arry]

Best we get ourselves back to the Inn,’ said Gil, watching Halfred and his men go about the business of sussing out the culprit who’d stolen the goat carcass. He picked up his red cap from the ground and dusted it off against his breeches.

Tomlin and Ferrin ran back to where they’d dropped their instruments, saying they would meet the other two in the Dragon’s front yard. ‘We’ll leave them on the porch, near the little stage,’ Ferrin said as they turned to go. ‘Come in and tip a mug with us then. I’ll bet Cook will stand us each one round!’ he added. ‘Thirsty work, this guarding of the smokehouse,’ he laughed, winking at his companions.

Fallon and Gil took their time walking back to the Inn. An idea for a song was brewing in Gil’s head. He bounced the words off Fallon, who hummed a little tune he thought might accompany them.