Life as a highwayman is never dull, but even I need to eat. The 'Kings Deer' are by far the best feast at this time of year, but moving with the times have tried some modern establishments.
A hearty feast was served by the wenches at Thaymar, the farm of ice cream fame. The merry clan had a selection of dishes which proved to be of reasonable fayre. Being of stout appetite I request both rice and roasts, but to no avail without addtional gold changing hands. Convivial atmosphere but rather noisy as a result of the refrigeration units aiming to destroy the planets ozone on their own. Ice Cream good.