Arngeirr's huge nose twitches.  He snuffles, ruffling his mustache.  "I say, my gentleman sense is tingling."<br/><br/>Looking around the table, he sees Brother Vernasus drinking heartily of the mead.  But upon closer inspection, Arngeirr sees that Vernasus has robbed a brother monk of his mead.  The beekeeper, keeper of the humbe gentleman bees, is hogging the honey-mean for himself!<i>How ungentlemanly</i>!<br/><br/>"Dearest Vernasus!" Arngeirr exclaims, "How could a man who ponders the mysteries of the bees be so greedy?  I say, you should apologize for such wanton behavior."<br/><br/>Having said his piece, Arngeirr takes up his own mug of mead and passes it to Korsarro.  "Here, brother monk, you shall have mine!"