A large building, the King's Inn is home to many patrons. The large saloon area has 15 or so customers being served by two busy serving girls. They are mainly a selection of hunters, pig herders, and citadel warriors.

Votlung, having arrived earlier waiting for the arrival of a caravan, sits alone with a beer.

Sarkalor has just entered, the caravan he was a guard with arrived in town an hour or so ago. Now he needs a beer and a room.

Orestes and Petronax enter a few minutes after Sarkalor. The caravan they were guarding also arrived recently. They need rooms and beer.

Petronax pushes the door open, dead-tired but excited to see a new place after the road and keen for a beer or a cup of wine to make up for the days of posca, an astringent sour wine the legions use as an equivalent to an energy drink.

He looks about the crowd and pulls his helmet off, acutely aware he's wearing armour like some sort of odd person. He walks over to the landlord with Scylax, his little dog, trotting behind and nods "Salve legate," he says with a grin. "Any accommodation available? I've just come in with the caravan and I'm keen to rest my mule, put away my gear and have a cool drink."

In reply to Petronax (msg # 2):



The man behind the bar is short and chubby with a greying mop of hair. "Welcome stranger. I'm Moraring, owner of the place. What sort of room do you want? I've got a few. There's a dorm or shared or private rooms. Obviously price goes up as you get more private. Stabling for your mule will be 4 clacks a day 19 if you want him fed too. Can I get you anything to drink?" The man seems pleasant enough and takes little notice of Petronax's arms and armour.

Sarkalor sees the owner of the inn in conversation with someone else. So he decides to sit at a table and patiently wait for the conversation to be over, nodding at a waiter when he sees one. He spreads his furs on the table so that they don't lie on the ground.

Orestes walks in and slaps the back of Petronax as he moves up to the bar next to him. "Better make that a couple of rooms, not sure I can handle any more of his snoring" he says with a laugh and look to the side. "And we will definitely need to get that beer flowing, I cant remember the taste we've been on the road so long and I would like to get re-acquainted."

Orestes turns his back to the bar and leans against it surveying the room and the patrons "What do you say Petronax my friend" he grins ear to ear "we set up shop here for the night till neither one of can stand?".

In reply to Orestes (msg # 5):

"A private room is 8L a night, a shared room is 4L each a night." Moraring says while pouring 2 beers.

Petronax blanches a bit at the price and says to Orestes "want to share a room?" He shakes his head in bewilderment and sups his beer.

CON Roll (Target 95). – 89
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In reply to Petronax (msg # 7):

"I think we might have to, I guess I've put up with you for this long" he replies "You had better get all of your gear stowed away upstairs before we start any heavy drinking"
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The veteran nods. "I don't suppose they have a bath house here" says Petronax wistfully, not looking forward to a birdbath out of a ewer. "How's the beer?"

In reply to Petronax (msg # 10):

The beer has a strange taste and an odd sort of kick as it hits your stomachs and makes them gurgle. The feeling passes after a while and although it still has a strange after taste no further ill effects are felt.

"We can provide a hot tub of water for a bath, it's 6 clacks though. If you make it 2L one of the girls will come and scrub your back." Moraring says with a conspiritorial grin.
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Petronax grimaces at the taste of the beer, wondering if he could ever get used to this or if it's because he rarely drinks beer these days. It certainly has an eye-watering aftertaste but he remembers a brewer back in Tarsh who brewed a piss that tasted like beef jerky and said it was 'eclectic'. Funny guy, he had his hair pulled back into a little bun high on the back of his head.

He shakes his head at the offer for a back-scrubber, fearing it's an actual scrubber, and says "no thanks, I want to keep all my money to buy more of this fine beer. Speaking of drinks, do you sell any local wine?"

In reply to Petronax (msg # 12):

"We do have wine, 16 clacks, it's hard to come by and those merchants don't sell it cheap." He says glumly.

Petronax is usually fairly diplomatic but this time his jaw drops, sixteen clacks is the price of a day and half of work for a labourer. "Oh!" he says in a high voice before resuming his normal gruff tone. "Uhh, we'll wait for that room and tub, please come and get us when it's ready." He holds his vile beer in his hand and lets out a long breath.

Wanting to get away from the innkeeper and the no doubt next nasty surprise he looks around and he says to Sarkalor "excuse me soldalis, can we share your table with you? The rest of the inn is packed. I'm Petronax and this is my companion Orestes" he gestures to the tall Sun Domer next to him.
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"Can you make that two baths please, hold the scrubber" he says to Moraring before turning with Petronax throwing him a knowing grimace at the beer. He mutters gently under his breath "we may be broke before we leave here tomorrow".