"We're looking to buy some horses," Clayton said, "Four of them."
Then, he fished a couple of gold coins from one of the many leather bags within his armor, and placed them on the wooden counter.
"Our horses got sick a week ago, and we had to put them down," He added.
The Inn Keeper looked at the two gold coins for a moment, and studied the king's head imprinted on the pieces.
"Is this a tip?" He then asked, "You must know that beers cost a silver piece each?"
Clayton was shocked, but he hid it well behind his everlasting poker face. He did not expect the Inn Keeper to be so direct with his questions, and now Clayton even felt a bit dirty, as this conversation quickly shifted into a 'are you trying to corrupt me' topic.
"It's a tip," He had to admit, "You've been very accommodating so far."
The Inn Keeper's face didn't change. His eyes slowly moved on from Clayton, back to the coins.
