Next table a few sailors, and why they are at the Inn would be a great question as there are no sailing ships here in the depths of the forest. Smiling weakly at the stableman as he comes over to me with a bucket of water and slowly pours it over my body. The wet slap of flesh loud in our part of the room. Smiling weakly at the stableman as he comes over to me with a bucket of water and slowly pours it over my body. Making their regular monthly visit to the tavern, as they spent their savings from doing odd jobs and sales from the market this morning. Putting my coin down and watching as John marks down his share and mine. Slipping the coin for the ale in my pocket and then checking at the table as I head back to the barkeep with my half full pitcher.
