text: You tell Calwin you're not paying him anything more than he's getting and that it's complete bullshit that he's jacking up his prices like this. Calwin goes on a rant about supply and demand and how he's doing you a favor.
  
  The argument heats up, but ultimately ends when your mother 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.
  
  "I told you we shouldn't have dealt with him at all now we'll have to go back to the Klyton supplier and they probably won't even get around to delivering a shipment to us until near the end of the month! We'll have to make due with what we have left and given how much those miners drinks, we won't have enough!"
  
  "Well maybe we could water down the drinks or something..." you say trying to think of a solution.
  
  "Water down the drinks? Are you serious? That's not going to work and we're going to lose people doing that! Those miners are some serious drinkers, they're going to know the difference."
  
  "If you hadn't chased Calwin out with a gun, I might've been able to reason with him. Okay fine, the only other solution I can think of is we'll have to make our own ale."
  
  "And how do we do that? I don't have any experience in doing that and we don't have license to do it either!"
  
  "I took some chemistry classes, I'm fairly certain I could try to build a still and..."
  
  "And that's even worse than watering down the drinks. Look, I'm tired just thinking about all this and I'm going to rest before the business hours start."
  
  > start building a still
  You head down to the cellar and start constructing your still while trying to remember everything you learned in those chemistry classes. The main thing is to make something strong that isn't going to make folks go blind.
  
  You work on it over the course of several days during your spare time as the real alcohol supply dwindles down. Eventually after a mixture of sugar, yeast, potatoes and bunch of other stuff you've taken from the garbage, you're fairly confident you've made enough of this stuff to last you by the time you get the proper shipment.
  
  You haven't exactly been telling your mother what you've been doing, but the smell has been getting to the point that it's starting to invade the kitchen.
  
  "Ugh! It smells awful down here, and I hope you aren't doing what I think you're doing."
  
  "I had to, besides it's finished now and I think this batch has come out pretty good."
  
  "Smells like rotting garbage!"
  
  "Well some of it is, but trust me I think this will tide us over."
  
  Hoping for the best, you and your mother release this new brew to the clientele. You do have the decency to warn them that it's new, but they're always willing to try anything once.
  
  The moonshine brew goes over well, more or less. A few think it's a lot more bitter, but it's not enough to drive anyone away since they're all getting drunk at a quicker rate.
  
  Mr. Reynolds receives his payment and by the end of the month you've got your usual shipment. The problem is you won't be saving money like you were going to while Calwin was your supplier. Your nice rooms haven't really been helping like you thought they might and while you can keep on this way, you're never really going to get ahead.
  
  The thought of continuing to work here any longer is disheartening to you. Maybe you're just being impatient, but after all the problems and headaches you've encountered you really don't feel like dealing with this job anymore, especially not when there is potential danger constantly looming overhead. You're ready to tell your mother to just sell the place.
  
  The only other thing you can think of to cut costs to a degree that will speed up the process is to continue using the still and not bother with buying from the Klyton supplier in the future.
  
  > sell the inn
  You fought the good fight for as long as you could, but maybe it just wasn't meant to be. You're not going to finish this one, which is a familiar theme to you since you dropped out of college. You tell your mother what you think and she seems just as eager to sell the place off too since the past few months have been pretty stressful.
  
  During the remaining week the inn stays open to make a last bit of change before closing for good and selling to the city. Some of the miners seem a little sad by it, but there were so many changes within such a short period of time that most seemed content on finding a new place since the old one wasn't like how it used to be anymore.
  
  When the inn is sold off, you barely make enough to cover the debt, but at least you and your mother aren't in any immediate danger now.
  
  Your mother finds work as a cook for a short time, but eventually decides she can't really stand living in the city without your father anymore. She leaves to go live with your aunt Enora in Teckleville, which is to the east on the outskirts of the Delantium Kingdom.
  
  After a long time of the inn just sitting untended and forgotten due to the council having more pressing matters and red tape, it's broken into by several homeless people who use it as a place to sleep. The homeless are soon ousted by a local gang who use it as a safe house. Eventually though they cause enough trouble that the Klyton Militia has to take severe action and storm the place, resulting in a small fire.
  
  At this point someone in the council finally notices it, decides that the place isn't worth salvaging and proposes that it be knocked down to build a medical clinic in its place to try to uplift the area. The motion passes.
  
  As for you, you find a job thanks to your education level, but it isn't anywhere in the field that you would've liked. You're a clerk in tax office, filing away items, straightening out reports and such. You never really move up and you never make enough money to save away to get ahead either.
  
  You don't really have a bad life so much as a mind numbingly mundane one. You do have your good days, but ultimately you never really achieve your goals and always have a sense of dissatisfaction with your life.
  
  Sometimes you look back and wonder where you exactly went wrong with the inn and how you could've done things differently.
  
  You'll never know.