"Welsh! Ah, the Welsh. Good people," he nodded and was already working on his second drink. "Always getting the short end of the straw, aren't they? Damn shame really."
Grabbing a handful of the bar peanuts, Olaf tossed a few into his mouth. "Tell me, Llewellyn. Are they also part of your family heritage?" he asked, gesturing to the top of his own head with a wide grin.
"Because those I have not seen before and that is quite telling."