Leadfingers and Kendall had settled in to the Black Lion, and had consumed a rather large number of guinesses. Their banjos had been put to one side for some time, and they were arguing about who was the best person to repair an old Appalachian dulcimer, when Leadfingers felt a chill breeze at the back of his neck. He looked up, and saw, it was that Mudvig character, who had caused a bit of a stink at the Lion a couple of weeks earlier. The bloke from Catnipia, or somewhere. He watched as Mudvig strode purposefully into a corner of the room, and started chatting up Magenta, who was looking rather animated, to say the least.