On a rainy afternoon beneath a cloudy sky, you diligently wipe the counter while engaging in comforting conversations with rain-soaked customers. Amidst this backdrop, a newcomer enters, his form shrouded by a cape, exuding an ominous aura. Approaching the counter, he speaks in a deep voice,

"I'll have some ale and, if available, a room for the night." He requests, placing two gold coins from a small pouch onto the counter.