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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cor Azer" data-source="post: 5630911" data-attributes="member: 870">The inside of the inn is dry, but a bit cool - the big common room fireplace has yet to be lit for the evening, although a warm breeze wafts in from the kitchen, smelling faintly of fresh bread and roast mutton.The common room itself is nearly empty; only one of the three longtables has anyone sitting. Three men eat and drink between the fireplace and the large front window - a reedish man with a forked yellow-dyed beard common in Pentos across the Narrow Sea, a bronze-skinned giant Dothraki that causes the bells tied in his hair to tinkle with each vicious bite of food, and an ugly but stout Westerosi man with a plain longsword and shield leaning against the bench beside him. Only the Pentoshi looks up at your entrance, obviously eying up your worth."Plenty of room, m'lords," says a young wisp of a girl. "My father's out back tapping a new keg, but he'll be back soon. Meals are only a few pennies a plate, twelve rooms are a stag each; the six with windows are two." She shakes her head as if remembering. "Oh, but the Pentoshi and his sellswords have two of those, so there are only four rooms with windows free."</blockquote>