“Ayup, just lemme grab my silver.” The man took your gold coin, dropping it into a pile beneath the counter as he handed you back eight silver pieces. “See ya eyeing the bounty board. Cassari’s a small enough place, not a whole lotta dangers. Mostly stuff about hunting rats or collecting flowers. Real problems we try to deal with ourselves. If it’ll interest ya, I got some real work if you’re up to it.” The old man then handed you a large key with a wooden tag attached to it. The tag had the number five, presumably the room number.