Ssith lifted his head out of his bowl of mead.
“What I don’t understand is the obsession with virgins. Do they taste any different?”
The bardragon flicked a dirty cloth over the meadstained wood.
“Don’t arst me. I’m a vegetarian.”
An oldster at the end of the bar belched a gout of flame. “It ain’t obsession, youngster, it’s the law.”
“Yes. Stupid. The law. Stops young sprigs like yourself depopulating the country.”
The suit of armour in the corner lifted its visor. “That, and dirty old buggers like the king have an excuse to shag the prettiest girls.”