Ink the innkeeper is currently sitting at the front counter of the inn she works at, having pulled the short straw which made her be the one on the overnight shift. With nothing else to do, she's busying herself by flipping a gold coin up in the air and catching it, waiting for someone to approach. Even with her mind occupied, she can't help but stew on her anger at what had happened to her earlier in the day.

"Stupid other innkeeper whose name I can't remember... this would've been their shift if it weren't for the stupid straws they proposed we decide with..."