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Windstep bows a bit to him

“You may call me Windstep, sir. Windstep Lightfinger. I am at your service”

He keeps his eyes lowered out of respect

With more than a hint of amusement in his eyes at the whole scene, Clutch shrugs. "Have it your way. I don't pry too much into the lives of my customers. Don't expect me to get in the way of a dragon and his admirer.", he says with a chuckle.

He then turns to Akemi and takes the coins, laying down a key in their place, "You can have room 4. It's the first door on the left down the hall, in front of my own room. Uh, I'd rather you not take the deer meat with you to spoil. I'll store it in the basement tonight with the other cool stuff for free if you'd like."

"I appreciate the offer, Windstep. You needn't lower your gaze with me, though." He then takes the key to his assigned room off of the bar counter and looks to Clutch again. "That stew these two are having smells delicious. Would you happen to have more prepared?"

“Much appreciated, sir”

Windstep raises his gaze and pulls out a few coins of his own, placing them on the counter

“A room for me as well please”

“I’d appreciate that.” Akemi slips the key onto my hand and set the bag in front of Clutch. “I’m going to get some early shut-eye.” Akemi goes to her room and sleeps. Her bow is locked in the chest, but her dog and dagger are with her.

Clutch replies to Aastidiir, "Yes, I always have stew simmering in the cauldron. It's one of the specialties. Would you like a drink with it? They had warm ale, but we have a number of beverages, of course."

While waiting on his answer, Clutch hands a key to Windstep. "You can have room 2, last door to the right, right before you get to Asta-dear's room", he says, still articulating the new name over his tongue.

Finally, he turns to Akemi. "Goodnight! If you need anything after the tavern is closed, just knock on my door."

"Some ale would be wonderful," he tells Clutch as he takes a seat at the bar. "And how much do I owe you for the meal?"

“Allow me, sir”

As Windstep says this he pulls out his coin pouch yet again and hands a few more coins to Clutch

“Whatever he wants, go ahead and give it to him”

Clutch pours the warm ale into the mug, placing it on the bar along with the bowl of hot stew. He then looks at the coins, which is much more than the simple meal costs, and raises an eyebrow, before turning back to Aastidiir. "So what do you want? Looks like your admirer's paying."

"The stew and ale will suffice, thank you." He then opens his bag and pulls out a leather bound book to read. The text in the book is an odd scratchy style, definitely not in the common language.

“I think I will be taking my leave for the night. Have a good night both of you and sleep well. Please wake me if you need me”

Windstep bows and takes his belongings to his room

"Goodnight, and sleep well!"

Clutch wipes down the bar, and puts everything back in its place, preparing for closing time. As the tavern grows quieter, the sound of the wind howling outside becomes more prominent.

"So, my dragon friend, what are you reading? Odd place to get into a good book."

"It is the history of a long lost city as chronicled by an old dragon who unfortunately met his end shortly before I was born. I just managed to track the book down and offered the owner a hefty sum of coins for it. She didn't know what she had in her possession and was ecstatic to sell it for what I offered."

Clutch starts washing dirty bowls and mugs, continuing with closing chores.

"You were looking for the book specifically, then? I take it it's not for pleasure reading."

"Oh, I find learning about history and cultures to be very enjoyable. You humanoids fascinate me."