To celebrate my wedding (which was to be the next day), a number of us decided to have tea with the Greymyr chief. We assembled at the East gate, well supplied with kegs of tea (milk, no sugar), and proceeded through the North Pass to the Greymyr village, and hence to the Greymyr Chief. We felt sure we would be welcomed, as he is a lonely soul, much given to solitary contemplation, and in great need of conviviality and high spirits. Shamhat provided the home baking, and a good time was had by all.