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#Fantasy female tavern keeper license
An inn is a tavern that has a license to put up guests as lodgers. There was a moment's stand off, where the large drunk with the untidy beard debated his chances against the tiny girl with the confident stance. A tavern is a place of business where people gather to drink alcoholic beverages and be served food such as different types of roast meats and cheese, and (mostly historically) where travelers would receive lodging. “If you want work, Wesley,” she said, “my father has wood that needs chopping out back.” “Aww, but Sarah…” he complained, but she would have none of it. The one-eyed man turned pale and his massive frame seem to shrivel before our eyes. Though she was scarcely taller than I was seated, she commanded both the room and the liar we’d been speaking to. She had the air of amused, but strained patience, and she stood with her hands on her hips. Beside me stood a young woman, dressed in a practical green dress and a tan bonnet. “…weasels.” A new voice erupted from very close beside me, making me jump nervously. “Manys the time I’ve been in the forest, drinking their wine, making small talk with the…” Our cheerful informant didn't appear to notice our distress. “Oh sure.” He nodded confidently as he carefully retook his seat. There was no way the pair of us could magick our way past barriers as well. I knew what he was thinking, because it was the same thought I was having: going through the Dark Wood was bad enough. “And that’s how you obtain passage through the Dark Wood?” Ren asked. It was, to say the least, a daunting prospect. We'd known it to be dangerous and expected there to be some level of elvish nonsensical hoops to jump through, but this man's explanation long-winded, excessively detailed instructions even our expectations. All we'd asked was for directions through the Dark Wood to the Elven kingdom on the other side. “Then,” he said, his one-eye gleaming over the prodigious growth of beard and longish nose, “you say ‘tshne Arwen ithmas’. The mead in his mug slopped dangerously, but he was a practiced drunk and not a drop was lost.
“…and then, after you offer them the berries, you step back three paces, bow…” here, our would-be-guide to the Elven kingdom took three very unstable steps backward and awkwardly bowed.
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