Albrecht smiled, surrendering as he received 9 silver. [b]"Your husband's a lucky man, lady,"[/b] he replied. [b]"Hope y'all enjoy the day as well."[/b]

With that, he went back to his own meal, eating and drinking with relish. Some people preferred colder meals in the morning, to shock the body awake, but the saltiness of meat and the sourness of ale was what roused and invigorated Albrecht the most easily. Slurping down the last slab of pork with gusto, the young man left a silver coin on the counter and headed out of the tavern. If nidday would be when he played, he may as well look for work during the morning, no? 

With a bit of a squint, he strode through the still sleepy hamlet, wondering if there was any need here for the strength or resilience of youth. Mayhaps a merchant could use help with unloading their wares, or a farmer with the harvest, or a smith an extra assistant?