Sure. She paid for it after all.

Druuna looked at the stew for awhile and shrugged. It looked and smelled just like normal stew, so she took the wooden spoon she had been given and dug in, enjoying her first real hot meal in weeks. Druuna ate the whole bowl and left the dishes on a table outside her rooms door. Druuna then made sure to lock her door with the key the innkeeper had given her and made sure to put her belongings near her, remembering the settlement guard’s warning about Petzer’s thieving ways.

With her meal finished and having already washed up a bit, Druuna took off her shoes and hoses and crawled into the rooms small bed. The mattress was stuffed with straw, it’s springs having long ago been scavenged and sold away to some small town blacksmith. The cushions too were only old pillow cases stuffed with straw, but Druuna hadn’t slept in any bed for awhile and she quickly felt into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Sometime in the night Druuna woke to the sound of a key rattling in a lock and footsteps. She was still only half awake when the door to room was opened and Petzer and his burly guard rushed in. Druuna’s survival instinct kicked in and she grabbed her pocket knife and ran forward, not sure what was going on, only knowing that she couldn’t let herself be cornered in the close quarters of the room. The large guard grabbed hold of Druuna’s wrist as she attempted to run past him, stopping her and almost dislocating her shoulder. Druuna lashed out wildly with the knife; not trying to do any serious damage, just trying to get him to let go. The guard snarled and knocked the weapon out of Druuna’s hand. Druuna kept struggling wildly, but her arms were beginning to feel like wet bags of sand. She found it harder and harder to think and she realized why; the stew must have been ****. This was Druuna’s last thought before she went ****.