(A structure built into an ruined wall. A balcony overlooks it, and a bell hangs above the entrance. Inside, Spondule stands at a counter, a smoke in his mouth, burdened with bottles, sausages, and bags. He waves the stack of scrip)
SPONDULE: O, Keeper! This much good for a room? How much for your nicest one? Biggest one. Biggest and nicest.
