Wait tables

Shrugging, you agree to wait tables for the man.

Introducing himself as Dominik, the barkeep tells you he'll pay you a ridiculously small sum of gold for every table you wait. Setting aside your sword and armor and grabbing an apron, you set out delivering drinks and food plates.

Things go well for the first few hours--slow, but well. You aren't making enough gold, though--you'll probably be fine for the night, but you should probably get some extra. But at least the dinner rush is starting.

More and more people stream in, and more and more tables need waited. As the rush ends, you find yourself significantly wealthier than before. The restaurant portion of the inn is all but empty now, with most patrons having retired to their rooms, but a few drunken men remain.

You walk over to refill an empty mug, and the drunkard using it smiles at you. "Hey, you're new in town, right?"

"Yeah...?" you reply, curious about what his motives are.

"Well, how would you *hik* like a personal tour of Hill Haven from me, new guy?"