Seeing Lynn's puzzled look, Hill smiled with a hint of mischief. "There's a staff building behind the inn. The top few floors are suites, and they're fairly spacious.
"If you're willing to manage the inn for a while, the top floor will be yours. And if you ever get tired of Quelva, you can come work for me as a Sheriff!
"You're always welcome here~
"But that's for later. I doubt you'll leave Silver Moon City anytime soon.
"Right now, Martha—my Tower Spirit—and I aren't used to how inns work in this world. We need some help.
"More importantly, you can teach Telly how to tend bar. He doesn't even know what a cocktail is. All he knows how to do is sell drinks straight, and he won't let me pay him any more."
Lynn stared at him in astonishment, as if checking whether horns had sprouted from Hill's head.
Who dared ask a dragon to mix drinks for them?
A Gold Dragon might belong to the Lawful Good Alignment, but he was still a dragon! And one whose mother was the queen of the Northlands!
The Silver Moon Dragon Queen clearly doted on her son.
"That's what you don't understand!" Hill gave him a look that urged him to think it through. "You've met the Dragon Queen, haven't you?
"Dragons don't think about money the way humans do.
"When gold coins are involved, they don't care about dignity.
"If someone's willing to pay a fortune for a cocktail mixed by a Gold Dragon, Telly would probably even mix it with his claws."
"A hundred gold for one drink?" Lynn asked with a laugh. "What fool would pay that? Does someone with too much money want to risk their life for a thrill?"
"For a hundred gold, he'd have to