[h2][color=silver]Eight[/color][/h2]

	“Oh you know,” Minnow replied to Yoshina, “Dishes, sweeping — though I suppose the magical servant can do those things, so housekeeping…” She was counting off her fingers now, “Checking in and out guests, serving — oh can you cook?”

	She stared intently at the woman, awaiting a response. Only when Rudolph announced a dragon did Minnow startle.

	“Dragon!? Where!?”

	The innkeeper nearly tripped over the fainting Rudolph as she dove for the broom closer, scrounging up a broken piece of her broom. Rolling to her feet, Minnow brandished the wooden pole angrily. 

	“Pesky Dragons! Point me to em, Rudolph!”

	But Rudolph was still ill disposed. Frowning, Minnow poked the wizard with her foot.