[Manardariel]

"I´ll have a large mead and a double rum!"

"Certainly, Sir."

"And can I visit the beautiful waitress for desert?"

"Certainly Sir. That is, if you wish to put up with this..." the young woman pulled out a shiny dagger, and turned around towards the kitchen, holding her shoulders high.

Fuming, Mia filled a glass of mead. Honesty, why did the misstress let scum like this into her well-respected place? Drunkerds and letches- Mia hated them, she despised them, but they also scared her. Scared her in a way she couldn´t quite explain. She grabbed the little dagger tight, knowing it was there when she needed it.

She grabbed the drinks, balanced them on a tablet and walked over two the table. Without a word, she put the beverages down, but she made sure he saw the dagger. He did, and Mia was sure he would be quiete for now.

"Have they been after you again?" Iswyn gave her sympathetic look, but smiled at the face Mia pulled.

"I manage. All for the good of the Inn, aye?"
Mia said, and she really meant it. All for the good of the White Horse.