*Quiver walks into the abandend room, taking in the everything so nicily placed. The floor beneth is clean, but not wet, as if nobody has ever walked on this floor. Not wanting to dirty the place, Quiver? removes his shose and takes off his cote, carying it in his hands. With a slow stride, Quiver? eventualy makes it to the counter. A bell sits on top, not a fingerprint on it, until Quiver? taps the top.*

Ding Ding "Is anyone here?"

its in the middle of the day, and nobody has thought that people might come in this hour. The sun shines through the spotless windows, and even though thre is lot of shouting and living outside, the silence feels the room as soon as the door close shut.
A fat elderly looking man, with wide shoulders, and muscles beneath the fat that has grown on him the last couple of years. He is a big man, and a great sword behind the bar shows he once was an adventurer of some sort. but now on his elder days, when the gray is starting to show where the hair was once black, he has started this in, with his wife. he comes out looking a bit surprised in the dark eyes, but also happy to see his first customer.
"What can I get ya?"
Just as he has spoken, the noise from the streets are suddenly heard. The door has once again opened, and in comes a young girl, just about to be a woman, with long black hair and brown kind of uncertain eyes, sorrounded by her tanned skin. She's wearing a little dress sliced up at the sides, going to around the midle of her thighs. Its sand coloured and poor, repeared over and over again, though its done well. she has brown pants, just as poor and stuffed in a pair of leather boots. though they seem old, they also seem to be very expensive, as they are from an animal only found far south of here. She walks in very slowly, looking down her brown pouch that looks very empty, though it sounds like a few coins are to be found.
the man behind the bar looks her way but looses the interest quickly as she don't seem to have money.
For a while she just stand there, waiting for the winged man to finish up, so she can have what she came for and quickly leave. She can't afford places like this. Not any place as the matter of fact, since she is saving up every last silver coins she gets, to her dream. But she needs something to eat and she don't have time to run all the way home to get something. Time is gold as her Dwarven master usally says. Its actually a miracle that she's around this place just now, and a part of her, wish that she hadn't come in here in the first place.

"Now that you ask, I would like to make an offer. I see you have not yet compleated unpacking. Now, don't walk away befor I say this. Im broke. Haven't erned a cent, and have never brought anything other then my rusty wagon, a few matches, this lighter and my clothing. Now, my offer is I will help you orginize around here, and do a few days of helping out, in excange for a free meal and beverage. Per helping day. What do you say to that?"

"Hay Dawn, good to see you again. If you like, I can cook up a storm back where I am staying right now. Your not a vegitarian are you? Anyways, I am saving up to run my own buisness, but do not know yet if the land owner will accept this. But hay, if you would like to come by the firepit when you have time, I could always use some company.

door opens and another customer walks in. he looks around very quietly, contemplating if the inn is good enough. he decides that it is, sits down, and orders a beer. "hey, this place seems a little short staffed. how much money would I get if I worked here after class?" the barkeep explains that you would get 16 shilings per hour, and that you would have to work at least 12 hours a week. "alright, sign me up. if I can have this beer for free." the barkeep agrees and decides to hire him. The problem of money being settled, he gos over to the only other customer in the store and sits down. "So, what's your story?" just then he notices the other guy in the store but ignores him.