"Remi, would you be so kind as to summon one of those serving maids? My goblet appears to be empty again." Viviana's loud request gained them a few stares from the patrons at the inn. Her volume had increased a decibel with every goblet of mead the woman poured down her gullet. Seeking his permission, Remi glanced at Taveon from across a trestle table laden with food. Taveon missed his friend's jovial sense of humor and regretted the harsh words that had passed between them. "Remi?" Viviana flipped her empty goblet upside-down. A single droplet of golden-brown mead dripped onto the tabletop. Hiccup. Bickering with the woman would only gain them unwanted attention, but his wife was getting blootered. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave Remi a quick nod. "Aye, m'lady." Remi pushed his way between two drunkards involved in a fisty-cuffs to reach a tavern wench. This rancid smelling place was not where he wanted to be, but Turin was prime for trade, and they needed to rid themselves of the carriage before they entered the mountains.
