The Garheim Kraken (LCC)
At last Thomas reached the top of a pass and saw something other than snow in the valley. If he hadn't been so numb and stiff with cold Thomas could have danced a jig. As he drew up he saw what he hadn't dared believe. This was the Garheim Kraken Inn and according to his father, his uncle would be waiting inside for him.
Inside he found a fire, hot stew and a tankard of ale. This was the very dream that had kept him going through the mountains. Thomas was in heaven.
There was however, no sign of his uncle. Thomas had only met him a few times when he was small, so he wasn't entirely sure he would recognise him. He decided he'd better ask around. While he was asking the innkeeper, a man entered and ordered a drink. 'Excuse me for interrupting, but I know the man you seek.' he told Thomas.
'Would you know where he is?' Thomas replied.
'I can do better than that.' answered the man, 'I'm heading past his house. If you'd be so kind as to give me a lift on that wagon you rode in on. I'll take you there.'
'That'll be great.' said Thomas 'Here let me get that for you.' as the Innkeeper arrived with the stranger's ale. So, what's your name?'
'I'm Watlou.' said the stranger and he drained his tankard in one long gulp. 'And I'm ready to go when you are.'