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Mike walks through into the kitchen and prepares a stew for the evening.

After an hour he proudly reappears, serving bowls of a very tasty dish made up of all the vegetables left in the kitchen and some chicken.

"The first one for the start that shines brightest in this place." he states serving Faerveren the first bowl.

"What is wrong?" Mike inquires.

Once Faerveren leaves, Mike remembers that he is supposed to be in the kitchen of The Pig's Whistle for at least an hour. He comes along.

"Shall I serve you with my hands creation to fill your stomach and warm your heart?" Mike inquires.

Out of the kitchen comes Mike, balancing four plates over to the tables.

At The Pigs Whistle Mike has already found some new friends. With the singing and dancing and making music going on, he is in his element. He joined the performing musicians with a self made flute.

"There are maidens aplenty and some of them fair.
With their looks really pretty and beautiful hair.
Their bosoms seducing with most fertile hips.
and graceful legs down to their toes tips."

"Now listen fair maiden, for you make me believe
That there's hope in this life that it still might give
What I already gave up for myself to find
Namely a girl whose bright beauty is met by her mind."

"Thy words cut deep
On the wrong foot you caught me
At your mercy you have me
Will you hear me out?
Give me a second chance?
Or run through my heart so to death I bleed?"

Mike steps back
"Thy blade is quick, but thy tongue is heavy!
Doest thou not have wit to reply with sharpened words?

"O most pernicious woman!
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
I ought to end though with thy own rusty blade!
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
But thy end is near thou evil wench!"
Mike answers, pointing the dagger with stretched out arm towards Faerveren, with upright posture and chin up.

Mike stops with the polishing. "What?"

Mike shrugs. "An hour or so. You can come back later, if you don't want to wait."

Mike sighs, takes the dagger and enters the forge. He grabs a cloth, wets it and dips it into the bucket with fine sand. With that he polishes the hilt of the dagger.

Out of the house comes the son. Somewhat irritated he approaches Faerveren "How can I help you?"

Other than his father the son is clean. Also he is lanky and doesn't look like a smith at all. He got callous hands though.