The lady curtsy's in a playfull way and leads Nottgrok inside.
"I'm Bede, meselfs. This be me bar, The Cast Iron. I builts it just for people like you to rest yeselfs."
As Nottgrok enters, a fiddler picks up a jaunty tune, and Bede gives Nottgrok a swig of the mead jug, and then twirls him into the room, dancing a jig with (or near) him.
Nottgrok begins to enjoy himself, finding freedom in his disguise. Each thing he tries causes the tavern goers endless mirth, and they all laugh, and clap, and cheer him on. Ladies vie to dance with him, men laugh and clap him on his back, drinks find themselves passing by, over, under and mostly through his lips.
As much fun as Nottgrok has, comraderie, attention, and acceptance like he's never before experienced, after a time, something niggles at the back of his mind. While he can't place it, he suddenly turns, and sees a woman of god-like beauty descend the stairs from the upper rooms. She is barely clothed at all, and a space is made for her to approach. She wanders up to Nottgrok and shyly blows him a kiss. He almost follows her up the stairs until something deep inside him opens his eyes to what is around him.
He screams (no doubt) and suddenly shockingly sober, he flees from the tavern.
What does he do?
