Having to duck into a door was a new experience. Walking into the wall of sound was normal, though. Kris had to pause while Hal was greeted enthusiastically by what appeared to be all the tavern’s staff and half the folk gathered there. He chuckled. “More than favourite, it seems, H-Harry.”
Hal had laughed more easy going having entered, patting the backs of the worn leather and clothed men and women—tavern being a legitimate business as well as an illegal house of prostitution. “More that it seems, the people here are drunken with bad ale, sparkled with lime..they are most always like this unless wise to leave.” He smirked, leaning towards Kris to whisper, straightening himself back again to greet the others that crowded with rowdy and heartfilled laughter.
“You’re well-loved here,” Kris murmured. He found an empty stool and sat back to watch.