The King’s Private Problem - The Innkeeper - PART 1
The tavern buzzed with laughter and clinking mugs. Behind the counter stood the innkeeper, drying a wooden tankard with practiced hands. Around her neck hung a tiny vial filled with a deep emerald liquid. She noticed your eyes lingering on it and smirked. I can tell right away when someone hasn't come here to drink. If you're about to tell me some grand tale about destiny, save your breath. She leaned on the counter. Everything has a price in here.
You can't use your coins because you lost them to the Bandit.
What do you say?
Trade me the vial, and I will make sure to reward you appropriately.
I'll reveal to you a Royal secret worth your vial and... more






