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"Yes yes, your tea. I'll have your tea in just a moment. We have a fine breakfast tea." Nial stammered as he walked towards the kitched.

"I'm sure that would be fine Master..."

"Nial, Master Nail, and how should I address you?"

The stranger looked at him and smiled. "Reynard."

"Good good. I will be back soon with your tea Reynard."

Reynard nodded and then turned back to his table and began to look into his pack.

Master Nail watched Nial throughout the day as he resurrected his Inn. The man was content to read his book for most of the day letting Nail and his staff clean around him until it was the appropriate time for him to move to allow further cleaning.

A few simple coin tricks had impressed Wylam and Nial's wife Ayleen. Nial wasn't sure but he was pretty sure that he kept catching his wife making moon eyes at Reynard when she thought Nial wasn't looking. 'Typical' Nial thought. 'I'm as clean as clean can be in this Inn, and it's not as though I don't have to serve pretty women. Well it was just last year when the winter storm his and the lady and her serving women with the low cut dresses had to stay...'

There was a knock at the front door.

Nial shook his head and looked out the window. The sun was a deep read in the sky and getting ready to dip below the horizon. On any other day the Inn would be preparing for travelers stopping for the night and locals stopping by for tonight. But not today, not the day after the harvest festival.