"Guest."
"Your honey wine."
A young maid in a light linen dress brought a jug of wine to Crete and his companions. Crete glanced at Duncan and Hegel, who were deep in conversation, then grinned at the others beside him. As he took the jug, he slyly brushed his hand against the maid's backside.
A group of crude barbarians.
The inn maid was visibly irritable but dared not speak out. Her eyes brightened the next moment as Crete placed a golden bean in her hand and whispered, "Are there prostitutes in the city?"
Barbarians are used to spending lavishly, splurging when they have money, and sleeping in the wild when they don't.
They can never save any money.
The inn maid looked at the barbarians, whispering, "There are."
Crete was overjoyed and whispered, "Help us find a few."
