It was The Innkeeper's time to tend bar. He was familiar, like all innkeepers from all inns at the start of all adventures. Chubby with a greasy apron and a prominant beard, he was getting a head start on wiping down the bar with a dirty rag. He planned to continue wiping down the bar with a dirty rag until more patrons walked in the door. As it was, there were no outstanding drink orders; all the people at the bar were already happily served. Well, all the patrons except for one. But the old ship-captain named Smith in the corner never ordered a drink. The only things that were missing were the stories and rumors that the Innkeeper could ply adventurers with.