The tavern's owner had turned his head away from the table in front of him the moment he had heard the rather poorly maintained entrance door creaking as it was turned open. It took a few seconds more for him to get rid of the boredom in his facial expression thoug has he only slowly realized that the person that had just entered could be one of the more interesting ones. One didn't see such a nice looking, almost white haired woman in such a richly embroidered cloak every day. In fact he had hardly ever seen such a person before here. Normally his guests were all the same every day, at least judging by her apperance.

As Salina approached his position, he didn't fail to notice the clinking sound emanating from one of her small bags. So she had money, too, maybe ? How interesting! Hopefully she was hungry and would eat a lot. He'd have to treat her very carefully, so better try and put up a good, gentle smile! One couldn't say that he was completely successful with this attempt though. Having been stuck in this place for many years hadn't exactly helped his memory about manners. His double chin wobbled all over the place as he answered her questions.

[color=ffff00]"Alright. I'll see what can be done."[/color] With a lot of experience and perfect knowledge about where to find which item he turned around and straightforwardly thudded over to a large wooden shelf where obviously the more valuable beverages where stored. Searching through the many rows of wine bottles, he continued to talk to his most recent customer: [color=ffff00]"I'm sure I have a good red drop here and I'm also sure I can serve your needs for food with a large piece of roasted meat or so, but I'm still waiting for my auxiliary. If he doesn't arrive soon I'll take care of your horse and fire him..."[/color]

He pulled out a large, dark green and unlabeled bottle and put it down onto the desk in front of her. On his way one could hear him mumbling something like [color=ffff00]"...that stupid little bastard..."[/color]. As he was presenting her with one of his finest (though by elevated standards still rather shabby) glasses to drink the fermented red grape juice, the door was opened again. Heavy breathing could be heard, so intense one could almost think it didn't come from a human but from a very large animal.

[color=ffff00]"Batharyn!"[/color] the tavern owner shouted right across the entire room, hardly taking Salina's ears into his immediate considerations. [color=ffff00]"Move your butt over here, excuse yourself and then quickly take care of this woman's horse!"[/color] The aforementioned person hurried over, some of the wooden floorboards giving so much way under his feet that it looked like he was in grave danger of stumbling. He didn't though and also he only caused little noise, at least for someone who was scratching along the ceiling with his hairs and had shoulders which were close to requiring two chairs.

[color=ff9900]"Yes, yes. I'm coming. Sorry, sorry..."[/color] his chesty voice traversed through the room, dripping with timidity.