The innkeeper eyed the wolf a few times, but she seemed content when the fierce creature remained at Lyn's feet. In fact, she smiled when she served her with the big slab of raw meat. When she leaned over the table to pour warm, honeyed wine for the ranger, the woman gave her a magnificent view of her impressive cleavage.<br/><br/>As for the other guests, many of them were talking business. Apparantly, the winter feast was a big thing for the traders in the entire region. Nonetheless, some of the patrons had other things on their mind.<br/><br/>A trio of dwarves were discussing nothing less than a murder that had happened last night by the bridge. One of their own had been found on a patch of blood-red ice with his beltpouch and valuables missing. The Watch was investigating, but obviously signing it up as a random mugging.<br/><br/>A merchant with the full-figured blonde was fondling one of her big breasts. He had slipped one of her nipples out and was playing with it while they negotiated a price. The dark one was seated between two bearded merchants who seemed to try to woe her with words rather than coin.