"Yeah, I'm always free." Cliff did not often make plans, beyond figuring that he'd probably end up at the tavern most nights. Not that he was a drunkard, he didn't always drink himself into a stupor, it was just one of his favorite spots in town. Nice atmosphere and good drinks, alcoholic or not, with a generous pricetag? He wasn't going to turn that down. The man nabbed a piece of cheese for himself, and eyed the big fat cow the farm had dragged all the way here and penned up. Bigger animals were better, right? If so, they'd probably won that contest.