The presence of a young girl in such an establishment was noteworthy enough, but especially so one dressed in such a manner.  It caused a great number of the male patrons to think most definitely unholy* thoughts.<br/><br/>The innkeeper, a great grizzled man with a great grizzled beard and an eyepatch, was unimpressed, though.  He spit casually into a pewter mug, and then proceeded to wipe it with a dirty cloth.  He was dressed in a leather vest and woolen breeches with great big boots, although the effect was ruined somewhat by a pin on his vest that said, in large, friendly letters, "THE QUESTGIVERS' INN.  ASK US ABOUT OUR DAILY SPECIALS!"<br/><br/>He cleared his throat meaningfully, and nodded pointedly at the pin.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">*Unless the god in question was Lascivius, the god of lechery and debauchery.</span>