They heard the bell ringing in the Lamplighter Hall. "What's that?" asked Grunewald over his drink.
Ulrich shrugged. "Some sort of trouble. I'll go check." He stood up, and made his tottering way out of the hall.
Morrell grunted over his beer. "You know, they used to know how to ring the bells... quietly."
Grunewald blinked. "What?"
"You know," said Morrell. "Not so loudly. So they didn't disturb people."
"That..." Grunewald tried to think of the best way to express his contempt. "The entire point of bells is to disturb people. That's why you ring bells--to disturb people, so they could be alerted of trouble."
"Yes, but they used to know how to do it without sounding so... awful," said Morrell. "When I was younger."
"Aye, and I've no doubt you got a pint and a half whenever you ordered a pint," snapped Grunewald.
"As a matter of fact, I did!" replied Morrell lurching unsteadily to his feet. "And it was always full strength!" He squinted ferociously at Grunewald. "Are you calling me a liar, perchance?"
"No, I'm calling you a daft fool," replied Grunewald with a glare.
Morrell stared at him affronted "That is worse!" he said at last, raising a shaky fist.
"That was the point," answered Grunewald, getting to his feet.
"Some poor fool has leapt from the Tower," said Ulrich, reentering. He stared at his fellows. "What's this?"
Grunewald and Morrell got back in their seats. "Nothing," said Morrell.
Ulrich considered this. "All right then," he said at last, returning to his seat.