Greta hits on you

"What'll you have, sour puss?" she asks teasingly. "I'll have information, if you've got it. Have you seen a beautiful woman come through here recently?" you ask. "Besides meself?" she laughs at her own joke. You sit there and stare at her, in no mood for humor. You notice as you glare that her complexion is naturally light, tanned a bit through sun exposure. Freckles dot her skin all over, concentrated on her cheeks and collarbone. Her face is typical of peasants, broad, round and heavyset. "Awww," she bleats with exaggerated sympathy, "girl problems?" "It's a lot more complicated than that, but if you want to skip details and get to the heart of the matter, yes, girl problems." you reply. "Well," she says in another exaggerated voice, huffy this time, "a girl did pass by recently. Saw her through the window about midday. Can't say more as she didn't even stop in to chat. Too busy, or too cheap maybe. She looked pretty enough. Not enough to get the whole village runnin' after though." she says, gesturing towards your men. "Where did she go?" you ask excitedly. "I kin only imagine she went for the forest paths. We're the only inn around, and what little traffic comes by goes through there." "That'll do, thank you." you reply. Inside you brighten a little. At least now you know for sure that you're on the right track.

Greta tries to engage you in conversation again. "That face is too good-lookin' to keep scrunched up like that. What's the matter, little lady break your young heart?" You are getting tired of her teasing. "It's personal. Private." you say sternly. She leans in to whisper. "You know honey, ol' Greta has the cure for a broken heart." she pulls back, then leans her arms onto the table. Her already huge breasts are pushed up, dominating your viewpoint. She smiles widely at you. You notice a small gap in her front teeth that some would find cute.You think you understand.

Your first thought is that your trip to stopping a succession crisis shouldn't involve starting another one. Still, you can't help but stare at that mighty chest as your heart starts beating faster. Greta notices your hesitation. "Well," she begins, sounding offended, the first time anything she has said sounds genuine, " maybe I could set you up with the boss lady." Soon after she says this, the impact of her words seems to sink in, and her angry jest turns to an earnest offer. "Yeah, Beatrix could use a night in a pair of big arms!" she adds, more to herself than you. "Beatrix?" you ask. "Like I said, the boss lady. She got this old place when her parents died. Shame, but at least she was grown and provided for. I think the difficulty of running the place gets to her. That, and the lonliness. Maybe a nice night would calm her down, get her to stop riding my ass so hard. Then I would miss out on you riding my ass, though. Hard." she smiles again at her own joke and leaves, giving you time to think.