The first two beers had not only made Harry an expert in fishing matters, but also a rather too friendly with strangers. He nodded at the younger man next to him, glad to have another person to talk against to. "And what's your tale of woe, mate?" he asked. As he was distracted, the two fishing men behind him quietly slid down from their chairs, took their drinks, and removed themselves to the farthest side of the pub.