Zeetah approached the dismal inn, noticing a sign on the door that read "`NO WHORES`", wondering what the story behind that message could be. He pushed the door open and saw a dusty, mostly-empty tavern lit only by the fading gray sunlight. He imagined it would be quite cozy if the candles were all lit and if there were more than just the couple of fizzled-out drunks scattered about.

"Oy! The 'ell you doin' [*burp*] 'ere, froggy?" one of the drunks slurred, "We don' wan' yer kine here!" making to stand, but plopping right back where he had been, muttering "Yeh filthy slime." Zeetah decided he would steal something from him on his way to his room to return his rudeness and walked to the book-headed body sitting on a stool behind the counter.

"'Scuse me, uh," Zeetah paused to assess what the body was wearing (a full-length dress with long sleeves and an apron), "Miss?" He waited a few seconds, but the body ignored him. He cleared his throat and spoke a little bit louder, "Miss?"

The woman threw the book down, revealing a round, frustrated face that shouted, "I heard you! You don't have to shout!" before stopping, surprised to see the frog face flinching in response. "Oh! I'm sorry, what are you doing here? I mean..." she shook her head to correct herself, "Can I help you?"

Zeetah composed himself, clearing his throat again, and said, "Yeah... I was hoping I could get a room for the night?"

The woman eyed him, noting his soaking wet clothes and lack of a coin purse. "Hmm..." She pulled up a little board with writing on it, examining it carefully, "Yeah sure. For your kind, it's 15 gold coins."

Zeetah wasn't sure why he hadn't realized it would cost money to stay at an inn. "Oh, right, well..." He rubbed his neck, looking around, "I don't quite have money right now, so..."

"Well you won't be getting a free room here! So get lost," she burst, swiping her book back up and resuming her read, muttering, "Don't even let family stay for free."

Zeetah stood there, dejected, staring at the book (the cover read "The Lonely Warrior") for a few moments before turning around, grabbing the coin purse off the rude man's belt as he left without anyone noticing. It was then that he noticed the heavy traffic in one building, its windows glowing as if on fire and steam rising out of the door as it opened, in the otherwise empty dirt streets. Hoping he could at least warm up, he headed there instead, not noticing the sign swinging above the door, "`Giulia's`", written in swirly script.