“Drink!” he hollered. “Drink and forget your woes, old one!”
Something, ale perhaps, was passed to me in a large tankard. I nodded gratefully and sipped, trying not to taste the foul stuff.
Wandering through the hall, avoiding elbows and stumbling peers, I found some corner away from the throng.
Sitting silently, sipping periodically, I watched the waltz of chaos unfold. Voices swelled, laughter rang, and drink flowed. I sat, I watched, and I waited.
We didn’t say anything. Our eyes met, and I simply rose from my seat and wandered back out into the night. I’m sure he understood.
Tale Told 