"Would you two gentlemen like a drink?"

"Would you two gentlemen like a drink?" It was the cute barmaid. Her blonde curls bobbed cutely.

Gerald interjected before Aaralon could speak. "Yes," the portly man announced, "Two flagons of ale. You can take ale, right?" The question was put to Aaralon, "Umm... ah," Gerald paused, "What's your name?"

Inwardly Aaralon sighed. This man may be annoying if he kept on like this. "Aaralon, master," he said, "You offer of ale is kind." The words had to be fought for. Aaralon knew it would not be easy to play the role of the apprentice.

"Good! Good!" Gerald turned his attention back to the barmaid. "We will spend one night here and then depart. "Ready one luxury room for me and somewhere suitable for my servant. Do you have stables? They'll do."

The barmaid bobbed her head again, "Of course," she said warmly, "You can have the best room in the entire village. We will put your servant up at no cost."

Gerald seemed please, "Good. Good. Aaralon... take your ale and go see to things. I know you're not used to early starts but we will be departing at dawn!"

The cute barmaid flirted a quick smile towards Aaralon before turning her smile on Gerald, "Of course sir." Leaning forwards, letting Gerald see further down her low cut top, she whispered to the portly mage. "Sir? Are you a powerful wizard?"

Gerald beamed a smile, "Yes, of course. I am Gerald of the Diamond Eye."

"Oooh..." the barmaid flirted back, "You sound powerful. It will be an honour to ready your... sleeping quarters. I shall attend to your servant first though, as you instructed."