This Calls For Another Stein

Ah! the news is that The Wulfshead might soon benefit from the assistance of yet another substitute bartender, I wonder who it will be this time?


It takes all kind. And frankly, I can use all the help I can.

Why, some of The Wulfshead's clientele has been getting quite literary of late. One of the patrons, I heard, is reading The Grapes of Wrath. And the word is that the gentlelady of the West has read hundreds of thousands of books.

While some of the patrons here are very well-read indeed---always such a pleasure listening to them talk---there are also those who have not read a book in their life. Why, there is even one patron here who wouldn't get caught dead with a book in his hands.

Me? I like books...

I am sorry...what was it that you were saying?

The book on the counter?

Ah, yes, they say that there is something about it that is very much like "Waiting for Godot."

No, the book is not mine, sir.

The librarian must have left it there.


The Wulfshead does have quite an impressive library, didn't you know?

Yes, the librarian is an old acquaintance of mine.

He must have left the book here, as he was walking out in company of... of...

I did not quite make out who it is he was with. Darius Whiteplume, maybe?