Giles returns with a tray full of honey wine filled mugs, sets it on the table and takes a seat, picking up one of the mugs and raising it: "Here's to adventure!" he belllows as he takes a big swig and settles down.
"Havard was his name..." he suddenly says after being quiet for a while. "A nice fellow, really. We weren't exactly friends, but you know how it is... In the adventuring business you've got to stick together. You remind me of him, somehow," he says while pointing his mug at Memphisto. "Always playing around with new tricks and trying to turn lead into gold," he chuckles. "What a fool... One day he went down the trap door near the ruins of the old wizard's tower, thinking he would find the secret formula in what was once Kal-Dokk's fully functional laboratory... He came out completely stupid, with a dull look in his eyes, drooling and mumbling something about mosaics... I couldn't make sense of a thing he said."
Giles puts down his mug gravely and sighs. "He jumped off a cliff the next day."
Meanwhile, Miriam has finished cleaning up the place and starts turning down the lights. "That's enough of your tall tales, Giles; Havard always had been an odd one, he was bound to go off his rocker one of those days." She yawns and puts away her apron. "You'd better be off now, boys. There will be a new day tomorrow." and she turns to go upstairs. Giles bids you a good night to join his wife after he finishes his drink.
After an uneventful night dawn breaks, and Holger arrives at the inn with Albin and Finnur in his trail to have breakfast. The young ones seem a bit groggy still, and they greet you with a grumble as they enter. "Good morning, gentlemen," Holger says, "are you ready to head out today?"