"I'd suggest the bath and room," Galain said in response to Adrian. His face took on a very serious note. "There are... squirrels out there." Naturally at that point Ghetsuhm and Rhagi had arrived and the elf gave them a cheerful wave. Name-calling had never hurt his feelings and it was true, he was cheap. He'd take a chainsaw to the door later maybe.
"So, let me find you a room key. Everything's upstairs. I think the doors have numbers on them. They usually do. Sometimes they fall off and I have to try and remember which number goes where." Obviously Galain was too lazy to count doors correctly, but it made staying at the Green Heart even more interesting. He turned away, but paused at the mention of stronger spirits and grinned.
"And I will be sure you have a bottle of my strongest stuff," he said. "Will you need a glass?" At that point he heard chittering and took one step back. The flying squirrel landed square in the remains of the fire. It screeched and then skittered angrily up the chimney.
Music was playing. Who'd ordered music? Not that it wasn't nice music -- it was a lovely music. Galain spotted Chezlar and a guest in a corner -- apparently the source of it all. Well, it just added to the ambience of the place. Not that he'd ever considered ambience. But it was nice.
"By the way, I'm Galain, mostly the proprietor of this place," the elf added. He was terrible about introductions.
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