"Water and some soup, I can fetch that in a moment." She smiled at the young man and nod readying to head on before his explanation, but waiting patiently to hear it out, curious look on her face as she nod in return. "The storytellers do have that effect from time to time. It makes them useful for an inn." She chuckled. "There's still some space in the common room, though if you value your privacy the rooms upstairs are a little more costly, but offer more shelter."<br/><br/>At that time one of the men in the corner began to laugh as another man cussed, others chuckling together at the sight of the cussing man, seeming to have been playing cards.<br/><br/>"Hmm, I think that if they really can grant wishes they could be dangerous in wrong hands, and I think slaughtering a whole lot of innocent folks for them is not something a good fellow would do. So I do hope they dont turn out to be in some troublemaker's possession." Smiling still she headed off to the bar, as the man that had lost the last hand at cards headed off cussing and muttering.<br/><br/>He had reached the front door when a tired, fat man walked in, panting. "Bandits." He cussed. "Whole damn south road is full of bandits. I swear they're causing everyone more and more trouble." As he walked ahead some folks watched the man, others already returning their attention to meals or ale, but the barmaid returned setting the bowl of soup before the young man.<br/><br/>Floating in the steaming hot water there was some ground meat and vegetables, the soup rich but simple fare, other than the meat that was a bit of luxury for a meal. Nonetheless, as the barmaid set down the wooden pint, full of water, she smiled at him before whispering quickly. "Don't join their game, even if they try and challenge you. Seen travelers lose all their belongings, definitely not playing fair."