“Aaahh!” I scream as I jolt awake. Swinging around trying to clear my eyes of something wet. Heart thumping as I search for the cut throat that would attack me in such a low way.

“Oh pardon me sleeping beauty” says the short plump woman as she cleans the bar. A satisfied smile on her face as she washes the table of stale mead.

“Oh and you didn’t think maybe I should give him a tap first before I jump to water attacks” I blubber out as I take my seat again. Water drops on the floor as I tuck my shirt back in.

“I did you buffoon, I don’t have time to baby yuh when there’s work to do. I imagine you ought to be off for the days work too” she says to me curtly.

A faint sweet smell wafts through the air as she cleans. A beautiful honey aroma with faint honeycrisp slithering through. I contently sigh at the thought of Florgs extra honey mead. Truly a splendid night when a well seasoned cask of the glorious elixir is cracked. It’s a shame I didn’t wake to a sweet lady to go with the smell.