<div style="text-align: justify;">"You are welcome, Lass", the man replied, his thick Irish accent sounding in a firm and friendly voice. When Lizette hailed him in the name of her pack, the man turned his face to her and nodded. "Blessed be thy pack, child. I hail from the Green Hills Pack. Your pack and mine have been in friendly terms for a long time, Lass."<br/><br/>After these words, the man thought for a moment and sighed. It was clear he was remembering the past. Shaking his head, he made a gesture for Brietta. "Fill up three bowls, the stew is ready, Lass, and I am sure you are hungry. Only pleasant conversation during our meal, and then we talk about troubles."<br/><br/>Brietta, after getting dressed, moved obediently and served three plates, picking up a bottle of some golden-colored liquid and taking a large sip before offering it to Lizette. It was the usual Irish hospitality - friendly and almost family-like. "Drink up. This will warm you up inside as well", the girl instructed, while tasting the stew. "Hm. This is good, uncle", the girl commented, taking another bite. <br/><br/>The man tasted his own. "When I start cooking bad food, I will know I am too old to be around, Lass", the man replied, laughing after these words.</div>