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Nial walked over to the table where Reynard and the woman were seated. The both looked up at his as he approached.

"Your guest?"

"One of them." Reynard answered.

"Will she be requiring a separate room?"

"I'll answer that." The woman laughed. "I will require a separate room, and in the future if you want to speak to me, speak to me. This man does not speak for me."

"I'm sorry Madam, I did not mean to offend."

"Of course not." The woman cut Nial off. "I will require a separate room, and I will be paying my own way. Do not mention the cost," She waved her right hand in front of her body, "it does not matter, I have the coin to pay for it. Your best room and your best food."

"All right."

"And ale. It's your harvest correct?"

"Yes Madam, we celebrated just last night."

"The sent of your harvest ale still hangs in the air. I'd like an ale for myself and..."

"Reynard."

"And Reynard here."

"Yes Madam." Nial answered.

"Of course since you only just got here you can be forgiven for thinking that there may be Harvest Ale left. Master Nial here had a bit to much to drink last night and the poor man doesn't remember if there is any ale left. An honest mistake given the time of the year." Reynard said looking intently at the woman's eyes.

"Master Reynard, your embarrass me by air my faults for the public."

"Do not fret Master Nial. Reynard here has a habit of such things, in this instance the fault is his and not yours." The woman responded, here eyes staring straight at Reynard though she spoke to Nial.

"She is right." Reynard laughed, clapping his hands against the tale. "The fault is mine, and. And. And! I will pay for the ale if any is left. Two harvest ale's Master Nial. Cytheria and I both appear to be thirsty." Cytheria continued to stare at Reynard, who pointedly ignored here gaze.

"Of course. I must look in the back to see what if anything remains." Nial answered excusing himself to the back of the Inn, relieved to be away from the table.