A discussion.

Winifred watched Artem leave the room before turning her body towards the Innkeeper. "I don't intend to leave you with nothing. It has been a while since someone has reminded me of what a brat I can be. You aren't wrong. The fae are typically used to living a high end lifestyle, which I will admit blends into my attitude. But don't be mistaken, I have had my share of difficulties."

She took a few steps towards the Innkeeper, standing a measly one foot away. "It would be wise to not try something so close to home. I wouldn't want your whores to find a strong woman broken mentally, hiding in a corner fearing her own reflection." Breathing in softly, she stepped back and gave a delicate smile. Propping her foot upon the chair she once sat on, she lifted her dress and untied one of her daggers. "The handle is made of the finest gold you can find in this world. The dagger is coated in unicorn blood. It is worth much more than what you could make anyone pay for the pigs food you offered my companion this morning." Laying it on the table she moved to leave the room.