“Ah, me!” observed Giles Habibula, approvingly watching the two.
“ ‘Tis evident we’re welcome, with the lass.
Mortal evident!
Especially the lass! Ah, and it looks like a good enough place for a poor old soldier of the Legion to pass his remaining years in peace.
If kitchen and cellar bear proper proportion to the rest of the building.
“Ah, Hal, if you can forget your precious pride in all those medals and decorations that Jay has showered on you since the Green Hall made him Commander of the Legion, let’s look about for a mortal bite to eat.”