After a short while the barmaid arrives carrying two large trays laden with food and ale. She hands round the plates and flagons pausing to give you a wink Sir Sarne.

"Names Elsa," she says to you, "You need anything you just ask for me."

You all tuck into plates of hot lamb and potatoes, washed down with cool sweet mead.

Laurel you spot a couple of young lands drinking ale near the front entrance that appear of the right age you are looking for. Though you note they wear no red bands and carry no weapons.

OOC: is there anything else you wish to do or discuss before you retire for the evening?

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