At the bar, which had a large furry cat sitting on it as if he owned the place, Ben asked the Innkeeper if he had any rooms.
“One left, you’ll have to share," the Innkeeper growled.
“How big is the bed?" As he asked, Ben took off his thick wool cloak, turned and hung it on a hook making sure to give everyone in the tavern a chance to see how massively large and muscular he was as well as the crossbow slung from the shoulder. With a tug on a strap the weapon fell straight down into his expertly waiting hand while in a single motion he raised the heavy item onto the bar causing the cat to stir momentarily.
Without appearing to notice any of the stagecraft the Innkeeper growled "The bed will suffice. Your bunk mate is small." He directed his pointed nose to the far end of the bar where a very small man, looking a little out of place in this den of thieves, was sitting with a tin mug of ale.
“Hello down there! I suppose I ought to introduce myself since you are going to be sharing two thirds of your bed with me."
The small man looked up from his drink and casually replied "Will you be paying 75% of the fee as well?"
“No," Ben gave a good natured laugh at the well timed joke. "But I’ll pay for whatever it is that you are drinking there. Barkeep, give me one of those and him another one of the same."
The Innkeeper ignored the request but before Ben could ask again the small man advised "If you’re buying then you should buy something else, this Ale tastes like piss. At least with the whiskey you are bound to get a glass of water." Ben knew he had found a worthy companion even if he was a little short.
Just then a bar maid entered the room from a pair of swinging doors leading off the kitchen. Ben could tell that she was beautiful under all her rags and wild hair. He could also see that she was keeping a watch on the Innkeeper like a beaten dog
“One left, you’ll have to share," the Innkeeper growled.
“How big is the bed?" As he asked, Ben took off his thick wool cloak, turned and hung it on a hook making sure to give everyone in the tavern a chance to see how massively large and muscular he was as well as the crossbow slung from the shoulder. With a tug on a strap the weapon fell straight down into his expertly waiting hand while in a single motion he raised the heavy item onto the bar causing the cat to stir momentarily.
Without appearing to notice any of the stagecraft the Innkeeper growled "The bed will suffice. Your bunk mate is small." He directed his pointed nose to the far end of the bar where a very small man, looking a little out of place in this den of thieves, was sitting with a tin mug of ale.
“Hello down there! I suppose I ought to introduce myself since you are going to be sharing two thirds of your bed with me."
The small man looked up from his drink and casually replied "Will you be paying 75% of the fee as well?"
“No," Ben gave a good natured laugh at the well timed joke. "But I’ll pay for whatever it is that you are drinking there. Barkeep, give me one of those and him another one of the same."
The Innkeeper ignored the request but before Ben could ask again the small man advised "If you’re buying then you should buy something else, this Ale tastes like piss. At least with the whiskey you are bound to get a glass of water." Ben knew he had found a worthy companion even if he was a little short.
Just then a bar maid entered the room from a pair of swinging doors leading off the kitchen. Ben could tell that she was beautiful under all her rags and wild hair. He could also see that she was keeping a watch on the Innkeeper like a beaten dog
