Ad aspera

-- Ugh-ms, -- Ruven was offered some kind of paper with writing on it, but, faced with a wall of incomprehension, the innkeeper nodded understandingly and began to monotonously list: light beer -- three coppers, dark beer -- five coppers, strong ale also five, mead -- seven coppers, Fendarian red wine -- one silver and five coppers, Divef red or white wine -- two silvers, Turan elite red wine -- seven silvers. That's for drinking. Green soup -- three coppers, beef soup -- five coppers, roasted chicken -- five coppers, game -- one silver and five coppers, pies with offal and herbs -- four coppers each. If with friends -- you can slaughter a pig and do many other things. Accommodation is four silvers per day, if for a week -- only 20 silvers.

Having listened to the menu, Ruven noted that even foreign wine was served here. You won't find that in every tavern. It's a bit expensive, though, not for ordinary people... And the rich selection of food also pleased him; he wouldn't have to snack on moldy bread here.
Ordering a dark beer and roasted chicken for himself, he found a free place and began to eat leisurely, intending to stay here until noon.

After noon...

Gathering his thoughts, Ruven got up from the bench. The crowd was dispersing, and it was time for him to go too.
Passing by a small group of listeners to a preacher, who was loudly speaking about human vices and the blessings of the Almighty, he glanced at the speaker for a moment, as if considering whether to stop and listen.
But saving his soul could wait, and now was the time to learn more about the tournament and the citadel. So, without lingering any longer, he left the square and headed there.