Jean sighed as she slowly moved to her feet, sliding out of the tub. She pulled her wet towel off as she made her way into the inn once more. She dressed in the changing room and made her way into the building again. As she entered, there were cat calls, and the fat merchant laughed, pointing at her. After raising his hand and snapping, the three bodyguards moved to cut Jean's path off away from him, forcing her back toward him.<br/><br/>"That one will do!" the merchant said. "Now sit down, wench, and do as you're told."<br/><br/>He quickly poured wine into a glass and set it in front of her before he poured another glass and quickly drank from it like the slob he was.