<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;The Singing Donkey, Common room&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>The delicious scents of cooking meats and breads grows as those who'd bedded down in the Tavern and Inn for the night made their way downstairs. Sherani was the first down after her washing, though following less then a minute behind came Calia. Only shortly thereafter came Spike.<br/><br/>It was amazing what had been done to the common room in just one night. Tables had been rearranged, the scuffmarks on the bar had been at least slightly buffed out, the blood had been cleaned (Leaving not even a trace of it's scent!). A red-eyed Vincent, more than enough indication that he'd not gotten a wink of sleep, stands at his usual place behind the bar, working diligently to clean out one of the large, wooden mugs that likely had been used the night before. Then again, he always seemed to have that mug in his hand, and always seemed to be cleaning it...<br/><br/>His gaze is drawn to Sherani as she makes her way down the stairs, his bushy white brows lifting, and a smile creeping across his face "Ahh, Sherani m'girl! You sleep well? Fixed the lotta'y'brekkist. Ahh...Bacon'n'eggs'n'fresh bread. Last of the bacon. Was savin' it fer a special...well, savin' it. Hells, now is as gooda time as any, eh?"<br/><br/>Bacon. In these times, with the growing famine in Espen...it was a commodity. The friendly old innkeeper had certainly gone all-out.<br/><br/>"Got some dreg brewin'. Y'want some?" Coffee - strong stuff. 'Dreg', as it was called, was a specific blend made not only from coffee beans, but tea leaves. Whilst the flavor itself was incredibly potent and strong, it had some very minor properties that aided in getting over sickness, arthritis, and a few other common ailments. Whilst not incredibly common, it was still pretty tasty - for those who did not mind the intense flavor that came with it.<br/><br/>"Ohhh, Miss Calia joinin', mm?" He peers over Sherani at the Giantess as she comes down the stairwell, with Spike on her heels "Spike too, hrm? Well, brekkist fer all o'ya. Coffee for the lot of you, eh?"<br/><br/>The common room was empty. Entirely empty. A rare occurance. Someone ALWAYS seemed to be here, yet that was not the case at the moment. Then again, word had likely gotten around about the attack the night before. Noone wanted to risk a repeat.<br/><br/>Leaning forwards onto the bar, the old keeper offers a brief smile to the three "Eh...had a bit'o company this mornin. Guards came in. Nice'o them. Only a few hours late, eh? Got ridda them...but I ken they'll be back, i betcher...wanted to ask some questions. Didn't seem 'satisfied' with m'answers. Bastards, they are. Didn't seem like they were tryin' t'do any arrestin'. Y'didn't do nothin' wrong. Just 'ad some questions. Hopefully, they'll take m'hint and not come back. Dunno, though."