The keeper grinned a mouth full of yellowing teeth.  When he spoke, his voice was like the rumble of a subterranean earthquake.<br/><br/>"Funny ye shud ask.  Our specials are as follows:<br/><br/>Ale...5 copper.<br/><br/>Ale an' a room...1 silver.<br/><br/>Ale, a room, and a quest...30 gold pieces."  He had the decency to look embarrassed.  "It's because quests're so rare, y'see.  Not many left.  They've all been done out. "<br/><br/>He spat into the tankard again, and smudged the grease around in what one could only assume were more aesthetically pleasing shapes.  "So, what'll it be?"