Tristan couldn't help but frown as the insolent woman interrupted again. The pub should fire her. Or perhaps there just weren't enough cooks on the market.

He didn't like the drink much, though he liked it better than Guinness. Still, he was too polite to tell. "Oh it's good, thank you," he said. "How come the place is called the... what was is... Roosterless..." he asked, trying to make conversation while he waited for his food. He had been staring at the off name outside and had been a little puzzled. There were billions of 'Rose and Crowns' and 'White Hart Inns', but he had never come across this name before.