“The Golden Whale? No, by my time it was long gone. When I visited Sangrithar, I stayed at The Pansy Shield. A crazy old warrior named Swafnah with a pansy fetish ran the place. Every table had a fresh vase of pansies, even in the dead of winter. Shields with embossed flowers covered the walls, the linens – always fresh, I might add – were embroidered with a pansy theme and every item on the menu came with a pansy garnish. One of his oldest friends told me that he’d been catapulted one time too many. Needless to say, this Swafnah attracted an odd crowd, one that I rather enjoyed. ” Jerilyn of Colcester