Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200419223358/@comment-28358106-20200421004227

"For seven more coins, the room is yours for the night, an' supper with it," the young woman says, nodding as she picks up the coins and puts them in her apron.

The soup is dished up, a potato leek soup with bacon generously crumbled on top and a slice of toasted bread with cheese on the side. The innkeeper sets Marcus' drink down, and goes back to his spot against the wall, looking bored.

"Big carrot peeler you got there," she says, smiling. "Not a lot of mercenary work around these parts, I'm 'fraid, 'less you're with a caravan. Not heard of one coming, though.  You meeting someone?"