text: If it's only for a couple days, what can it hurt and you're getting a good deal on his alcohol, so you figure it's a good idea. This does not go well with your mother who says you're going to get the pair of you further into debt. It takes some time, but eventually you manage to convince her that the money you're saving will be worth the couple days out of the month that he actually comes up here.
  
  Meanwhile Calwin calls his lackeys to unload his cart and take the stuff down to your cellar. Calwin then states he's going to retire to his room and that if any of your barmaids want to join him his door will be open.
  
  The next couple days aren't exactly pleasant, Calwin is a complete lecherous slob and leaves not only his room a disgusting mess, but hangs around the bar all day trying to grope the barmaids. (Rita in particular) You have to warn him several times to leave them alone, and eventually one of the miners who has a crush on Rita punches him in the face resulting in a minor scuffle in which Calwin is not the winner.
  
  You fully expect Calwin to claim that he's never dealing with you again, but as it turns out he doesn't think anything of it. Indeed he claims if it had been a bar in Hessla he probably would've gotten a knife in the eye instead, so he considers himself lucky. Eventually he leaves and everyone is glad, but there's the sickening feeling that you know you're going to have to put up with him a few times every month.
  
  By the end of the week you haven't saved any money. In fact you've barely broke even.
  
  While you're sweeping up the inn early morning, a non-descript man of medium height enters with two bigger figures. One of them is unmistakably an ogre while the other guy is just a tall muscular human. Either one could break you in half.
  
  "Are you are Mr. Reynolds?" you ask, knowing that it has to be him.
  
  "That would be me. I take it you're the son of my late debtor? I do hope you realize that the debt doesn't end with him dying... " Mr. Reynolds says
  
  "No, no of course not. I've got some of what my father owed."
  
  You hand over the most you can under the circumstances, but Mr. Reynolds looks insulted.
  
  "My boy do you take me for an asshole? Your father used to pay me much more than this pittance!"
  
  "It was a rough week... "
  
  "No, no, I don't give a shit about your excuses, you've chosen to take on your father's debt so you are expected to fucking pay up like he did! (Sigh) Look, since you're obviously new to this, I'll let you off with a warning. Olaf."
  
  Suddenly the ogre steps forward with a smile and punches you the stomach. You temporarily lose the ability to breath and collapse on the floor. When you finally do catch your breath, you promptly vomit.
  
  "That was my warning, let's hope I don't need to do it again. Be seeing you again in a few weeks kid. Let's get out of here."
  
  As Mr. Reynolds leaves, your mother comes running up from the cellar wondering what's going on. She helps you up when she sees you.
  
  "Oh no son I can't let this go on. We're selling the inn right now!"
  
  "No, no mom, it's alright, you'll see. We're going to make this place profitable and payback the loan and after that we'll be able to take the next step."
  
  "Son, I love you, but you've made a lot of questionable decisions as far as business is concerned. I mean if this keeps up, I'm stepping in before this place goes to hell so I can actually make money selling it to the city."
  
  "You won't get enough for it!"
  
  "Well I'll get enough to pay off the debt, and if worst comes to worst, I'll leave Klyton and live with my sister in Teckleville"
  
  "You can't live with aunt Enora, you always said she's crazy."
  
  "She is, but that still doesn't mean she wouldn't help me out."
  
  "Look, we've still got time, I know my ideas are going to help us out soon."
  
  "Well, I hope all your fancy schooling you gained some sort of insight that I'm not privy to. Alright we'll give it until the next time Mr. Reynolds comes around for payment."
  
  You agree and start wiping up the floor before customers come in.
  
  The next few days are uneventful; the miners seem to be enjoying the new Hessla ale though so that's a relief. They even seem to be talking to you a little more, one in particular Ular has been chewing your ear quite frequently. He's the one that has an obvious crush on Rita, but you've never seen him actually talk to her on any serious level. Strange that a big tough miner would be too shy to speak to a girl, but there it is.
  
  "So how long have you known Rita?" Ular asks.
  
  "Me? Well she started working here just before I left for college so I didn't speak to her too much back then, and I haven't really spoken to her too much other than about duties around the inn since I've got back here."
  
  "She's so beautiful, you know? I always wonder if she isn't a Delantium Princess hiding out or something."
  
  "Yeah, she's a pretty girl." You reply.
  
  "Can you speak to her for me?"
  
  "What?"
  
  "Just speak to her for me. I try, but I... dunno I don't have the words! I get all tongue tied an' shit. I mean you're a smart guy, you went to college an' shit. Maybe you can tell her better how I feel than I can."
  
  "I dunno if should get involved in this... "
  
  "Please man, just do it... oh shit here she comes!"
  
  At this point Ular stumbles over his own feet trying to get to a dark corner before Rita arrives for more ale. Feeling a little sorry for the guy, you talk to Rita.
  
  "Hey Rita, this is going to be strange question, but... "
  
  "Oh gods, you're not going to start hitting on me too are you?"
  
  "What? Uh no! But well, there's a miner named Ular who's sort of nuts about you."
  
  "Yeah, he's nuts over me like every other miner here trying to get under my skirt."
  
  "Heh, I don't think so, he's so damn shy he's practically afraid to speak to you, and surely you've noticed."
  
  "Yeah I suppose I have. I will admit he's a little different than the rest of these ale swilling pigs."
  
  "So are you interested in him?"
  
  "Eh... I dunno. I mean from what I know of him he seems respectful and he did punch out that fucker Calwin when he groped me, but that's not really enough. I need a man that's going places. I mean he's a miner; where's that going to lead me? Not in fine Selkie furs and a big house, I'll just be barefoot and pregnant and still living here."
  
  Same old Rita. Still, you can certainly understand her desire to move up in the world. However, a miner still makes a decent living. A lot better than her that's for sure. She'd still be "moving up."
  > convince Rita that money isn't everything
  Ular seems like a good guy and Rita could certainly do worse, so you decide to play matchmaker.
  
  "I understand Rita, I mean I was supposed to become a doctor, but now I'm back here."
  
  "Yeah, suck to be you." Rita says.
  
  "Indeed, but my point is, you need to grab the good times when you can. I mean you think you're going to find any of the type of men you're interested in here?"
  
  "So you're saying I should just settle?"
  
  "No, I'm saying Ular's a nice guy who's going to probably try to do everything within his means to make you happy. Now doesn't that at least sound worthwhile?"
  
  "Yeah I suppose it does... I haven't really been happy in a long time. Okay, tell him to meet me after work."
  
  "Okay, and what the hell, you can get off an hour earlier." You add.
  
  Rita walks off with a slight spring in her step. You look for Ular and see him slowly coming out of his dark corner. You tell him that she's interested and that she'll talk with him in greater length after work. He's ecstatic. He immediately orders a round of drinks for everyone along with giving you a large tip.
  
  "Who says good deeds go unrewarded?" You say to yourself.
  
  The remaining days until the next payment go well. Rita hits it off pretty well with Ular. She's actually happy enough to the point now where her job performance increases. Ular is so happy with her that he routinely buys rounds for the house to celebrate his good fortune.
  
  Mr. Reynolds is satisfied with the payment he receives, and you still have a little saved over. You have high hopes that in time you'll get out of this debt. However, unexpected troubles arise in the next month.
  
  Ular stops coming in altogether. Rita has had a great affect on him, namely she doesn't want him wasting all his money at the inn anymore; she wants him wasting it on her. This might not be too bad, except Rita also quits her job to move into Ular's home seeing as he makes enough for the pair of them.
  
  While it's true you don't have to pay her anymore, you lose a couple of other customers that must've liked looking at her. That's not even counting the extra work that Eliza and Wendy have to do now who are now miserable to the point of wanting to seriously quit. You and your mother take up some of the slack, but it's a drain on the pair of you.
  
  The kicker is when Calwin shows up on his monthly delivery. He says that he's decided to bump the price up on his alcohol. You furiously ask why, and he says that the last time he was here he noticed how nice the rooms were and that if you can afford to fix them up, you must be able to afford to pay him more for his product.
  
  Your mother who is already stressed out from overwork, is so disgusted with him that she grabs your dad's Troll Gun from under the bar counter and points it at him, telling him to get the hell out before she blows his head off. He and his lackeys leave, which means you'll have no alcohol supply this month. You'll have to make due with what you have left and go back to the old expensive one.
  
  The bigger immediate problem is Mr. Reynold's payment, which you won't have enough to give him this time around and it's going to be that time again in a few more days. Your mother can't bare to see you get hurt again and suggests forgetting all about the inn and just taking off with all the remaining money you have and going to live with your crazy aunt Enora.