[SRP] So, You Meet in a Tavern...

[Andy]

"Good," Ambrose affirmed, swallowing another mouthful of mutton. At least the stuff was seasoned properly. Taking a look at his still smoking pipe, he dumped the remaining cinders onto the floor and stamped them out with his boot. He tucked the pipe away for later, continuing to eat. "Roland, you are certain you weren't followed here?"