Finding a Blacksmith

"You can keep the large room for only two silver a night." The fit boarkin woman held up her fingers with a radiant smile. "That also comes with two free plates a day, one for each of you." 

Rizz did some fast mental math to keep his finances in perspective. 

*2 silver, 20 copper a night. Or 1 gold for five nights. If that's half the normal price, could renting a spot for our tent be any less than 1 silver a night? I doubt it…*

The next instant, five coins landed on the table. 

"Here's for two more nights. And you can keep the tip." 

The boarkin woman quickly curtseyed with her plain dress. 

"Thank you, Mr. Rizzio. Also, sorry for the late introductions. I'm Morta, the barely younger sister of the famous monster hunter you slapped around last night. Later, you'll see my ma and baby sis again. They cover the afternoon and night shifts."

Rizz cracked a laugh mid-chomp. "He's famous? In a good way?"