The quiet nights in the inn were always the best. Though the bar was still open, there were fewer patrons coming to visit. The "legit" businessmen returned to their quarters sometime ago. He sat quietly in the only booth in the great hall, and drank from the silver mug of black ale. The top button had been released from duty on his tunic, so the collar dangled open.

He stretched his leg out on the opposite side. The few girls that hadn't retired were quickly moving in and out of the kitchen returning used dishes. Rouel let off a howl as the troll chased off one of the girls from the kitchen.

He leaned his head back, and closed his eyes. He rubbed them gently as the strain of the day had gotten to him. Local authorities were already hounding him because of the nude band members chainned to the back wall. They threated him with legal action...He informed them that their sisters, daughters and nieces would make fine addtions to his trophies, toys, stable girls and personal slaves. For some reason, they've not been back as they said they would. Regardless, he did have a list to take care of tomorrow. He review the list of names of girls he would need to "visit" over the next few days.

He took the final gulp of black ale from the mug and quietly settled it on the bar. One girl was already at his feet, asking if he needed anything from her. He dismissed her with a wave of his hand and she returned to her duties.

Life is good.