The Queen's Dragon Inn

Okay, i'll go get the chef to rustle you up something and bring you your beer.

She shouts at the barman, One frosty one over here please John!

Oh, and we'll see about your room too. I'll bring the room book. Be right back.

She walks off and returns carrying a large glass of beer and a hardback book with a tarnished silver clasp on it.

She opens the book, names of people written in black ink are all over the page, with details such as name, how long and age printed neatly next to them.

Right, name, length of stay, reason for being in our little village and age, please?

The chef walks over after about three minuites and gives you a plate of cheese, bread and some apple slices on the side.

That'll be one silver please, my good man. said the chef, in a deep voice.