[i][b](in response to Robert)[/b][/i] [@wierdw]

The shopkeeper nodded at Robert, slowly stepping out from behind the counter to fetch the requested items off the shelves. "Ah, it's nothin'. Jus' that, well, I hope they won't be bringin' any trouble with 'em to our peaceful 'lil abode." The man commented as he foraged through the wares. Quietly, he trailed off with a vaguely griping mention of soldiers forcibly occupying the village hall.

Soon he returned with a leather rucksack - dusty but in sound condition, consisting of one large main compartment and several smaller pouches. Placed on the counter alongside it was a leather-bound ledger held closed by an iron buckle, and several charcoal pencils, all with rustic craftsmanship.

Appraising the goods, he mumbled some quick math. "So that's… twenty copper for the backpack, fifteen for the ledger, and two per pencil." He looked to Robert for payment.

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[i][b](in response to Engi)[/b][/i] [@Soldat Elf]

A jumbo bowl of stew was soon brought and placed in front of Engi, the haunch of venison within it so large that a part of it protruded out. Barley bread was served alongside the meal, in addition to a full, foaming mug of alcoholic nectar.

"We hope you enjoy the meal, Miss!..." The barkeep offered an eager smile and a light bow.

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[i][b](in response to Ludwig)[/b][/i] [@KITCHEN GUN]

Indeed, the glimmer of silver coins caught the bartender's eye; such a sight was as rare as the travelers occasionally possessing them. In fact, the last time he had seen such coins was when the missing Lady Miralys had come to stay at the inn.

"--W-welcome!..." The bartender was momentarily stunned, glancing from the coins to the strangely-dressed patron to whom they belonged. "O-of course! - today's special is venison stew with mushrooms. A-and, we don't have any policy against smoking–so feel free to, sir…"

He glanced again at the coins atop the poster, hesitant to retrieve them just yet. "...Sh-shall I return the difference, sir?..." Given that the order only cost a small fraction of the worth of the coins, the bartender didn't dare assume anything.