Still nobody in sight. There must have been someone living of working there, though. Who took care of all those horses? The armed outlander was starting to get rather annoyed by this state of affairs, so he approached the nearest bar or desk that a customer might stand at to request service. His first instinct was to go for a bell or some other noisemaking device that might summon staff to his aid. If nothing of the sort was around, he'd simply call out politely.<strong>"Umm, excuse me! Is there anyone here?"</strong>