<div style="text-align: justify;">"What are your brothers like?", Ursula asked gently. She was curious, but at the same time she wanted to make small talk with John to put him at ease. "Regardless, I do agree they should let you be yourself", she completed. "But maybe they are just at a loss, not knowing how to deal with just one son different of the others", the girl suggested.<br/><br/>When he asked if the meal was only a crown, she nodded. "We always find a way. We plant, we have farm animals, and all that. There are many that are less fortunate", the girl explained softly.<br/><br/>John's words about so many ladies made Ursula smile. "You can just talk to one at a time, so that should work", she joked. "Would you like something to drink? Beer, or some warm wine? And would you like one room? I can get you a really nice and quiet one, where you can rest without being disturbed".<br/><br/>While she spoke, Ursula moved around, picking up some table, getting coins here and there, and stopping at the counter to come back quickly. It was clear that she was used to the job. It was so, since she had been working there since she was strong enough to carry a tray. It didn't really bother Ursula. She had been raised to work, and it felt natural. With this in mind, she stopped by John's table and sat back down. "What do you do for a living, John?"</div>