She offers a smile as she passes the man and his dog on the sidewalk, just outside a tavern. She's been out shopping--she has a small bag tucked under one arm--and she's headed back to the Inn.
She glances up at a sign over the door as she moves, eyes darting up and then back to the path ahead. Two more steps, though, and she slows, biting her lip. She knows that name.
...Responsibility rears its head again.
"I'm sorry," she says, turning and moving back, offering a bright, reassuring smile. "If you were considering a meal at this place, don't. The mussels are bad."
Contaminated. Not handled well, and people are going to get ill from them by morning. She can't very well barge in and announce it, though--she'll get tossed out. But at least she can warn one person?
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She offers a smile as she passes the man and his dog on the sidewalk, just outside a tavern. She's been out shopping--she has a small bag tucked under one arm--and she's headed back to the Inn.
She glances up at a sign over the door as she moves, eyes darting up and then back to the path ahead. Two more steps, though, and she slows, biting her lip. She knows that name.
...Responsibility rears its head again.
"I'm sorry," she says, turning and moving back, offering a bright, reassuring smile. "If you were considering a meal at this place, don't. The mussels are bad."
Contaminated. Not handled well, and people are going to get ill from them by morning. She can't very well barge in and announce it, though--she'll get tossed out. But at least she can warn one person?