"They might have fallen over in shock." Well born, then, if she's not used to a dirty glass. "I've been to plenty where you're lucky to have a glass at all, and clean is entirely out of the question. You bring your own rags to those."

He's exaggerating. Slightly. Mostly because he'd never brought a rag to a tavern.

"The songs tend to be far more shameless in those locations, as well. More heretical, more adult. I'm almost disappointed by how mild these are."

Anders holds out a hand.

"Call me Detlef. And you?"