As Zoe reached the door of the inn, she began evaluating the establishment for possibilities. The oak door swung open at the bequest of her pressed palm on the wood effortlessly. Sidling over to an empty table, Zoe took a seat next to the fire as she noted the trail of water leading upstairs. The proprietor nodded in greeting from behind the counter as Zoe scanned the mantle. "Do you have any ale per chance?"