The innkeeper's breath hitches in her throat at your comment, and she glances over her shoulder at you, eyes narrowed. "I think it would be best if you found somewhere else to stay," she repeats, her voice quieter now but still laced with anger.

She turns back around, focusing on her work as she tries to ignore your presence.

"Hey!" a voice calls out from across the room, drawing the innkeeper's attention away from you momentarily. A young woman at one of the tables raises her hand, grinning slyly. "I might be interested in that," she says with a wink.

The innkeeper rolls her eyes, but can't help but feel a little relieved that someone else seems to be taking an interest in you. She motions toward the woman with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Go ahead, dearie.