Felicity was a consummate audience, smiling and gasping at all the right moments. Daring, honourable, exhausting... yes, these were all good ways to describe the expedition.

At her proposal, Arven downed the last of his tankard, more than content to oblige her implication. "Forget where I'm staying — I'll do you one better". He had an idea that might appeal to her unsatisfied desire for adventure; at least a little. He stood, and held out one weather-beaten hand. "Come".