The InnKeeper

Grumm looked over the Great room, it had been slow lately. Only a half dozen locals sat at the big oak table, sipping their wooden cups and whispering of the recent events swirling around the Inn.
His youngest daughter Minnie hurried by with another round of ale for the group.
She was a happy carefree girl with a big contagious smile. She danced around the large table handing each farmer a fresh
ale and kind word.
Grumm smiled too. He glanced to the Bar where the two Northman stood and his smile melted away like the deep piles of snow outside his front door.