Th' Hog's Head. Ah, Saul's favourite pub. The ol' shopkeeper came marching on in and slumped into his usual spot at the farthest, darkest corner of the bar. "How's it goin', Sam," he greeted the familiar bartender with a nod and removed his hat. "I'll have the usual."

Maybe Hops wouldn't be too busy to come to his competitor pub fer once.