"Wow sir, you really are from far away, the nobles convene every month. My Grampa says there's no way they have magic mirrors, but my friend Salene says that she thinks the riders are decoys." The waitress looks up for the first time, then gives a little scream before running towards the kitchen.

"Well, we got the best rooms fer the price herabouts. Old Frankie's place don't even have rooms, you gotta listen to tha other peoples snoring. Nah I've heard tell of better rooms elsewheres, but you aint gonna git that anywhere on this here island. The price's one gold, if'n you please. I'm Ardan by the by." he turns away from Gillian for a moment to stop the waitress and says to her, "Sheesh girl, aint you got no brains? We done had evil critturs here, I used to tell you stories 'bout them. I done seen lycanthropes 'fore, and that one aint no evil crittur, now go on over there and apologize."

The waitress returns to the table meekly, although it's clear she's no longer scared.