The bartender looks incredulously at Rowan, then pulls out a conversion chart, reading 'Platinum, Gold, Silver, Copper, Dirt' with a long list of numbers below. After perusing it for a few moments...
"20 gallons of Ale..." He begins, "40 'hunks of cheese', 200 loafes of bread..."
The innkeeper goes on for quite some time, then abruptly stops. "You must be some kind of adventurer, huh? You know, there are currencies other than gold about! Wh- Hrrumm... You know, I've heard of someone that looks kinda like you...Watshisface... Thunder King, Thunder Prince..or...Ah, the Storm Pri-" He halts, looking frightened.
"Anything you desire, milord." The innkeeper says, putting his forehead to the counter in a deep bow.
(OOC- Sorry for the delay, forgot I was que'd. )