Ye Olde Inn & Tavern

You ignore the old man and mutter a short prayer under your breathe as you approach the tavern bar and address the maiden behind it filling a pitcher from a small wooden barrel. 

She looks at you and says:

“You must be wanting a room for the night then? You better have coin, my master is not taking another vagabond with the promise of labour as payment all to run off at the crack of dawn…”

She turns to look at the filthy man who is still stretching out his hand towards you..

“Looks like you’ve got his attention anyway, go ask him yourself.”