Inn

It was a stormy evening in Terevas. The houses of the small town and stand closely together that looked as they would crowd together in anticipation of the approaching storm for protection and warmth. There were still people on the roads but the only signs of what the coming storm could rend was a distant thunder.
That did not matter for the innkeeper of Ravenpot. With bad weather came the possibly of not so many guests but they stayed far longer. In the bar area was lit up from some lamps and the warming fireplace had already arrived a few frequenters. The evening was young and so distributed the half dozen guests in familiar silence in space. The pre-finite peace lasted until a drum equally as sudden as the rainfall started which easily drowned out the cosy crackling of the chimney. Moments later flew the door open and a group of men rushed to come into the dry. Joking and cursing about the weather they are distributed in the space and the fledgling conversations pushed the steady crackle of rain into the background soon.
The evening at the Ravenpot drew on and let the innkeeper have time to sit down and chat with his guests. First hours later opened the door again and the newcomer was immediately considered curious by many eyes. It was not usual that someone at such a late time still came, not to mention the efforts to get through the rain.
The observers did not let it slip from their minds that the rain had gotten even stronger then they had it in memory and that the stranger was a traveler, judging from the large backpack he had. Quickly he entered in order to block the weather again, and expressed its displeasure with an angry thunder. The light reveraled under the hood a weathered and tan face.
His obligations as innkeeper kicked in as he deliberately left his crowd to welcome the stranger.
"Have a nice evening sir, whenever the weather permits," he was jovially greeted, "What brings you here at this late hour?"
"The expectation to sleep again in a proper bed and to have a roof over my head. As long as you receives foreign."
"A warm bed will not be your concern today but first sit down. The day must have been exhausting" said the host before he vanished into the back rooms to prepare one of the two guest rooms.
The stranger took this time to place his mantle next to the fireplace and sat down comfortably at one of the few free tables. He was wearing solid clothing for travel and a short sword, which previously have been hidden by the cloak, showed that he know how to defend himself. For the quality of his clothing, his cloak had kept him dry, despite the certainly long way through the rain.
A little later the host came back and already wanted to show him the way to the room, but the stranger refused.
"Could you offer me maybe a warm meal?" he asked instead, what the landlord could affirm. "Before you can impress me with all the dishes that you could serve, I ask you simply for the specialty of your kitchen."
At these words, the innkeeper seems to grow sightly and did not fail to praise the cooking skills of his wife. Just when he already wanted to turn away the stranger held him back once more and asked if he would be able to afford such highly praised cooking.
"You are a traveler, right?" asked the host without waiting for an answer, "I think the 5 pieces of silver is more than enough for food and bed."
When the innkeeper was gone again a sturdy man from the neighboring table bowed over.
"You are a cunning fox, stranger. I do not need to tell you that you have gotten a good price there?"
The stranger just gave him a smile in response.
"But I must warn you, the specialty of the house is anything but not delicious. This inn bears the name 'Ravenpot' not without reason."
"And yet it is the specialty. This also have his reasons."
"Hmpf," said the man then, "Yonder in the 'Forest`s Cuisine' you would have got a real meal."
Now the stranger turned interested to the man.
"You seem you know a lot about this place, sir. But say would I be also able to admire there this art?" he asked during his gaze slides over carvings on the walls, which seemed to be older than the host.
"If it is that what you want, I can recommend you the 'Tinspring'. It lies on the other end of the city but on the other hand compared to it looks this inn like a shy Lizzie," said the man intended.
The stranger shook his head.
"Then you are only here because of this brew?" he asked and pointed to the mug that the man held.
This beheld it first before he took a sip and said, "Yes, that's not bad, but nothing compared to Godons hop. "
The stranger leaned back in his chair and lapsed into silence. The man left him in peace until a little later the host brought the meal.
"So says stranger why did you came here? And don`t says to escape the weather. Other options were on the way here," the man directed the word back to the stranger.
This stopped in his meal and he leaned back again.
"You are right, good man," he began, "This food is a tasty morsel, that do not deserves to be named food if you compared it with the feast tables of Lytian. This inn could not bear to be called a hut if you have seen the magnificent buildings in Caran. This hop is an insult to the palate when he is aware of the fine wines from Araan. "
The stranger looked at the man now, whos eyes unbelievinly wide and unsuccessfully attempted to form a respond.
"And yet it is just good as it is. Or why are you here?"