huoommm … god bless, our barkeep is back again … rhuoûm …. that might take off some of the troubles I had to endure here in The Pony last weeks … rhuomm … empty bottles, no problem, Master Barliman, not at all … at the moment Master Ddaines is returning that empty barrel downstairs … huoomm … Nob’s taking the empty bottles to the backyard … where the pony is prancing … rhuoommm … er, Master Bartliman, you have to help me out of here, please. … huomm … alas, the balance … oh … it wasn’t that good this year, as you might have guessed … huom … non-brisky at Yuletide, worse last evening … alas, not even any Elf called in last night … anyway … rhuoomm … there’s nothing much I have to complain about so far …. rhuom …