Short of Cash

"Certainly not," the innkeeper said, his tone suddenly much less friendly. "This is an inn, not a charity."

"Your rooms have two beds, do they?" Astra asked.

"Most of them, yes."

"Then we'll share a room. Don't look so shocked, Fred. I'm sure that I can trust you to be a gentleman, and I hope that you can trust me to be a lady. The remaining gold pieces should be enough for dinner this evening and breakfast tomorrow, but after that if we want to get home we will obviously have to find a way of raising some money. Perhaps I can sell this fine gown and these shoes and buy something cheaper and more practical."

"But..." Fred objected.

"So that's settled then," Astra said airily. She turned back to the innkeeper. "Perhaps you would be kind enough to show us to our room."

1. The room proved to be reasonable.
2. The room was small and squalid. One of the "beds" was more of a cot, that would have been fine for an infant but would be very cramped for an adult.
3. But the innkeeper said: "You clearly ain't man and wife. I can't let you share."

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