"Your finest room and bottle of Whiskey. And a bath." Prince William ordered.
"Yes, Sir." She leaned down and then pulled out a full bottle of Whiskey and a single glass.
The buxom Barmaid used a dinghy rag to wipe the dust from the bottle before handing it to him. William knew then this was not a fine establishment. It was seedy at best.
He took the bottle without hesitation, reached into his satchel, and pulled out 3 gold coins, which was more than enough.
"I wish for discretion." He told the Barmaid.
"And you will have it, Sir. Your room is up the stairs on the left. I will send someone to assist with your needs." The Barmaid replied as she stuffed the coins greedily into her money pouch.
William was already walking up the worn stairs. He made a left when he got to the top of the stairs and quickly found his room. By his observations. It was the largest in the Inn and took up the majority of the space on this side of the Inn. It was dimly lit and poorly decorated.
