<em>The old innkeeper just smirks and shakes his head again.<br/><br/>"Whatever you say, kid, whatever you say..."<br/><br/>He hands over the key when he gets the payment, and goes back to his musings.<br/><br/>The thoughts are a whirl of petty things, of what the barmaids are wearing under their modest dresses, whether or not the beer is good, how much the tips will amount to tonight....<br/><br/>His reverie is broken, however, by a pretty, somewhat shy barmaid with long blond hair and piercing blue eyes.<br/><br/>"Sir? Would you like anything?"</em>