Into the Inn entered Grundlink. The traveler rat from the South had come a long way, moving barely without cease all morning and afternoon. Having seen the Inn at the bottom of a hill from the northwest, Grundlink greatly and cheerfully welcomed the opportunity of food and rest; wiping his pilgrim's boots on the rug behind the front door, Grundlink happily approached the counter, coming before Arries the squirrel.
"G'afternoon, miss!" Grundlink nodded at her cordially and began to make an order. "Non-alcoholic cognac, if ye have any, an' a meal o' seeded rye bread wit' butter, strawberry jam an' white cheese. Table for one, no smokin'."
He looked around the Inn with interest, curiosity, and skepticism. "New place, eh? Am I th' first customer? Well, lucky for me and for ye, as well! I'll just go have a seat in th' back over yonder." He indicated a table by the window with a single chair, overlooking the land outside and around the establishment itself, and did so immediately while waiting for his order.
His first sight upon taking the seat was the wildcat in the corner, reprimanding her ashamed generals for their failure to find any lands to conquer. Grundlink bit his lip to avoid any slips of the tongue to reveal information about possible conquests. He had friends and family in other parts of the world, and the last thing wanted was a conqueror invading them, and starting a tyranny.
_Word o' advice, miss: steer clear o' th' five Eastern Islands. I've been there, and ye do not want t' mess wit' those places. Believe me, I've seen their power. Don't get complacent and stay away from there. Just somethin' important.
Don' drink too much, Grundlink. This is a wildcat out t' rule th' world. Whatever ye do, watch yer mouth around her. She means business; mind yer own._
Nonetheless, Grundlink put up his feet on the table, gazing out the window at the slowly setting sun over the tall hills around. What a serene sight to see. It relaxed the rat, and he sat back in his chair.