An old man sat behind a chest high counter, nodding as you entered. “Hello stranger. Rather late to be out and about, innit? If you’re looking for a room, it’ll be a silver for tonight. If you want something to eat, afraid all the soup is gone but we got some bread and left over baked fish for just another silver.” Not too far from him, there was a notice board with various signs and postage’s nailed in. Bounties and such, but also requests. They were written in English albeit a rather messy English, not nearly as grammatically correct as you’re used to.