Daddy!

"Daddy" bats you away without batting an eyelid. "Get aff me!" he grumbles in that non-specific Celtic accent so beloved of Hollywood.

"But Daddy, don't you recognise me? It's me - little Ermintrude!" (you changed your name by deed poll when you were 18).

"Daddy" stands up to his full five feet one inch in height: "Get - AFF - Me!" he growls, fending off the approaches of your desperate hands with his magic sword. You are thrown to the ground, such is his strength.

"But Daddy, don't you - <sob> - don't you love me?".

"Och naw! Ah'm aff doon the pub noo!" "Daddy" mutters, pushing past you and storming towards a nearby tavern, the "Sulking Elk", which you somehow hadn't noticed before.

1. follow Daddy into the tavern
2. stay outside the tavern: you're under 21
3. decide you were wrong about the "Daddy" thing: the horse tied up outside the tavern is obviously your father

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