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Tom brought out a rolling trolley from the back of the house. He set two large steaming bowls of fish stew down on the table, along with two frosted mugs of dark, thick Irish beer. "Good even' to you folks. Hope you enjoy your dinner. Our cooks make it just like my wife did, Lord rest her...

Tom polished an old mug when the man came in. He was a rough looking sort, old Tom thought to hisself. Reminded him of Tom's old crew back in the day. He nodded to the gent and politely read the name on the note, peering through his thick reading glasses. "Have a seat, sir, I'll send...

"Certainly me dear," Tom said, patting her shoulder. Poor lass. Looks like she could do with a good nap. "I'll be right downstairs at the bar when ye wake. I'll have a nice hot supper waiting for you and your friend." He gave a small bow and left the room, quietly closing the door.

"Aya," Tom said in his thick accent. "Don't be worrying about that me dear." He patted her hand and continued to lead her up the stairs. "Our inn has quite a colorful history. Ye see, this here is where they had the courthouse long ago. They'd lead the condemned from that room there,"he pointed...

Tom looked over his shoulder and saw one of his patrons sitting at the far end of the bar. Friendly lass, he thought, acknowledging Sir Barnabas. He was a loner, an elderly gent like hisself. His back was turned to Old Tom at the mo'. "That there is Sir Barnabas." Tom said quietly with a...

"Ahh hello me dear," Tom Cadwal limped across the room to greet his newest arrival. "Tis good to see you. My name is Tom Cadwal, Old Tom to everybody around heres. Will it just be you tonight miss?" Tom was a tall and solemn looking old man with devilish eyes. He enjoyed lots of laughter, a...