Alastair went into motion immediately, selecting a mid-range bottle from below the bar top to hold out towards the party. "Twenty for the room, and I'll have the third bed brought in, if a cot is okay. Otherwise it'll be thirty mint for a double and single. Oh, seven for the wine," She said, smiling brightly at the trio. The look of the girl indicated some kind of social standing, and she could only then assume her compatriots were some sort of retainer. The woman did not seem to be part of any protective detail, dressed like a courtier, Rough as they were, the guy seemed young for the post which made him... something else. Drawing conclusions was impolite, and she frankly enjoyed hearing the story far more than guessing it for herself. Whatever interest these three held, they didn't look like they were answering questions and nobody liked a nosy bartender... until they were sufficiently drunk. Absentmindedly the girl sent a flagon of ale down the bar top to some other buyer, a sailor she vaguely recognized. "Is there anything else I can do for you all?"