‘Here’s the wine,’ said the innkeeper, putting an earthenware jug on the table. ‘Apple wine from Rivia, as requested. My wife asked me to ask you how you’re finding the pork.’ ‘We’re finding it among the kasha,’ replied Dandelion. ‘From time to time. Not as often as we’d like to.’ The tavern they had reached at the end of the day was, as the colourful sign announced, The Wild Boar and Stag. But the sign was the only game offered by the establishment; you wouldn’t find it on the menu.
