I flip my hood back on. Dagda's Cauldron…my ears! Humphff! I have nice, slender ears, very proportional, just the right amount of point. I was graced with sensual ears. Even if the color of my skin was off putting to some, at least I had great ears. Blind humans! I gather my left leg underneath me and sit on it so I better match Sean’s height. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders I lean into him as he continues a bit of staring contest against Labraid after defending my ears. His arm is around me and this time it feels proud rather than possessive. I smile under my hood.

Talk continues as much as the drink flows, which to one who doesn’t handle ale well. It seemed like ages to me. The men come and go as it pleases them to relieve themselves of the life waters. Even Baine could partake in copious amounts of the nasty stuff. How could they drink that?

I catch snatches of the conversation, but only understand about half of it. They’re leaving a bull for payment. Must have been Labraid’s doing. I hadn’t seen any bulls, except at Lugh’s feis. Only seen bull headed men around and I’m sure I’ve got my arms wrapped about one of them. I stop trying to really catch on. If they are paying with a bull, surely we well be staying here for the night. I have wondrous hearing, but human slurred speech is hard on anyone’s ears.

The night draws later, lids look heavy to me as I yawn under my hood. But they continue to talk. The men are one-upping each other on this feat or that feat. I know they’re all lying and I’m sure they all know the other is lying. I fail to grasp the point of that game. Every so often I sneak Sean a kiss. He looks so content with that drunken grin plastered on his face. I think later I’ll dig around in my pack for some horse liniment and rub away his sores. Then maybe were he willing…

One of the men comes back and announces it’s time to go. Go? Where are we going now?