Gaven stretched out comfortably by the fire, pausing to give the serving wench a proper smack on the behind as she brought him his usual mug of mead.  She grinned over her shoulder and winked at him, disappearing behind the bar for a bit of bread and meat to go with the drink.  He sighed contently, his feet propped up and his eyes fastened on the glittering flame that danced before him.