Dozens of Mudcateers form a single line and shake their money-makers as they mambo through the labyrinthine doorways and passages of the Tavern...

Appetites will be sharp tonight, whetted by exercise and the promise of whatever those wonderful aromas are wafting now from the kitchen....

Maybe I'll break down and have a fruity drink, since we're sort of in an Island mode. Where are the little umbrellas? Please don't tell anyone I know that I'm actually drinking a sweet drink. I pride myself on being the kind of woman Hemingway could love ...

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