Ask for food and wine
From Lord Of Utterdom
"I'm parched and hungry," you say. "A road weary traveller with much coin to spare."
She eyeballs your sword, then your fancy outfit again, looking you over. "Are you a royal?"
You nod. She seems to consider it all for a moment, then steps to the side and invites you in. Once inside the front room, she offers you a chair at a small wooden table in a rather bare room. You have a seat and she goes to the fireplace with a wooden bowl, scooping out something from a kettle hanging over the fire. She sets it in front of you and hands you a wooden spoon, turning to a rack filled with various bottle and hanging flagons.
"You prefer water, wine, or goat's milk?" She asked. You point to the wine with a smile. She pours you a bit, sets the flaggon beside you, and has a seat across from you at the table. "Might I ask where you're going?"
"Windlok," you say. "It's my first time there." You lift a spoonful of what seems to be some sort of stew to your lips, sip at it, and find that it's absolutely delicious. Had you a cook as gifted as this woman, you'd be asbolutely as thick as she was.
"It's a town full of roguish thugs and vagabonds. Not a nice sort of place," she says while watching you eat at her stew. "What does a royal like you want to go there for?"
