A bell could be heard chiming throughout the whole entire Inn, it was loud, and even outside it could be heard for at least a half of a mile. Everyone who had been there before knew exactly what this meant, making their way into the dining room one by one. When everyone had sat down Cook brought the food out on the table, the heavenly smell wafting through the room which made some of the people smile, and some people even licked their lips. It consisted of a thick meaty stew with vegetables such as celery, carrots, potatoes, broccoli, and some corn. Placed on top were some doughy but delicious bread dumplings and on the side was buttered bread. 

Wine and other ale's of all kind were set on the table along with beautiful wooden goblets that had carvings of almost stories on them, which had been carved by Rosalinda herself. The played were the same, wooden and had carvings around the edges that looked like beautiful woven grape vines. A lot of the women and men said thank you while others blessed Cook for her heavenly cooking. No one knew Cook's real name, not even Lazarus, so everyone just called her Cook. People served themselves to the tables pots of stew, every table having a large pot of stew so no one would be hungry at the end. 

Cook smiled and served the cursed the new comers personally, telling them if they wanted something specific that she'd be in the back room. When Cook saw Adrian she hurried over to him, dragging him into the kitchen before handing him a silver tray that had everything that every customer had but there was a special concoction of Ale that Rosalinda specifically liked. "Please...... Be gentle with her....... I hope she'll be gentle with you too." She told Adrian before pushing him out of the kitchen, starting to make fruity deserts for everyone.

Rosalinda was up in her room, on her 18th glass of special Ale when she heard someone knock on her door. "C~Come in!" She said, her words slurring together as she soon saw Adrian enter her room. "Y~Your not C~Cook! Why are y~you here?" She asked him, picking up her pillow before throwing it, watching it hit the ground a foot away from him. "God d~dammit." She slurred, placing her head in her hands and mumbling some elven words that were much worse than human cursing. "What do y~you want A~Adrian?" She asked, her eyes slowly looking into his which showed just exactly how drunk she was right now, and she was quite so indeed.