[ WP ] After fulfilling your lifelong dream of opening your own bar , you notice that the clientele are very ... quest-oriented .

`` Everything's ready,'' I panted as I finished hanging the sign, `` Finally.'' 
 
 Tonight is the night. After many years of longing and hard work, the time has come to once again open up my very own inn, to replace the one my father had given me as my inheritance, that he inherited from his father, generation after generation. The one I failed to protect, and was burned by bandits. 
 
 I anxiously checked and double checked to make sure that everything was ready for the third time in as many hours. The success of the inn in this city depended on this night. 
 
 I went out again and looked at the sign. The Phoenix. It was beautiful. 
 
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 Dusk had fallen, and people began trickling in, slowly at first, but then in greater numbers, so much so that the staff and I had trouble keeping up. 
 
 Someone tapped me on the shoulder. He was a young man, with a scar running from his right eye to the tip of his mouth. 
 
 `` Nice place you got here,'' he said with a smile. `` Say, got anything interesting to do'round here?'' 
 
 `` Thank you, lad! Warms my heart to hear you say it!'' I beamed. A compliment meant that I was doing at least *something* right. `` Yes, there's plenty to do. There's a games room to the left, where you'll find a few of the more popular distractions. I'd also be more than happy to lend a few decks of cards, and-'' 
 
 `` Never mind then, thanks.'' And he disappeared as quickly as he came. 
 
 I was still trying to figure out what the problem was when someone tried to get my attention. 
 
 `` Sir,'', he shouted over the noise, `` Sir! A moment, if you may.'' He wore a suit of armor and had a sword at his belt. `` Yes, of course, how may I be of assistance?'' 
 `` I was wondering, do you have some task that you need doing, one that everyone else is unwilling to take? Too dangerous, perhaps, or something of the sort? A quest, if you will?'' 
 
 `` Quite the irregular question, dear friend. I'm afraid I ca n't help you in that case, for I know of no tasks like that.'' 
 
 `` Farewell.'' 
 
 He had scarcely left when another one came, this one the most rugged of the lot. `` Oy, mate! Got a question for ya!'' 
 
 `` Go on right ahead, mate. What can I help you with?'' 
 
 `` Know of any damsels in distress?'' He snickered. `` I love that kind of quest, the damsels are *always* grateful!'' 
 
 `` So kind of you, good sir! Matter of fact, a few days ago I met a pleasant elderly lady who needs help with tasks around the house, since her husband died and she-'' 
 
 `` Fuck off with that, mate! I said damsels, no grandmas!'' 
 
 And so it went for the rest of the night. It seemed as if every customer tried to ask me if I had something for them to do, and they never liked my answers. They questioned the waitresses and the stableboy as well. And only around one in ten actually ordered food and drink. 
 
 Perhaps innkeeping is not for me after all.
