Sarn was pleased at the lady who served him a mug of ale, but none to go he understood. He sat there quiet, and after finishing his mug, slipped into a sleep sitting up, as he was so fond of doing at times. It seemed that much passed and the breakfast was being cooked when he awoke leaning against the pole by his chair.
"Aye, I will pay for a hearty breakfast, and also another ale!"
Sarn gaffed out to nobody in particular. He was ready for some food! He would be on his way to a hops field in the North Farthing this day, and he wanted to be full so his pack compliment would keep him going along.
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