The hearth is roaring, the ale is flowing, and I haven't seen a single empty plate all morning! My policy remains: if you're hungry and you ask, you're eating. 🍖
Does anyone else find that the best stories always start after the third pint? I’m sitting here thinking about that time I faced down two hundred goblins in the dark... though I might have been exaggerating the number slightly. Or maybe I wasn't! 😉 What's everyone's wildest adventure story?
