A woman sits at a table leaning over with her hair hanging to the table top and one hand around an empty mug. Barliman Butterbur walks up to her with another mug of beer and sets it beside her.
"You alright Evantrid?"
"I don't know what I'm going to do," Evantrid says. "Did you hear my home was burned down?"
"No, are the kids alright?"
"Yeah we were outside but I saw them and I called the guards. The bastards were arrested."
"That's good," Barliman says.
"My problem is I don't know where we're going to live. Right now we're living in a small room. All I want to do is take the kids back home."
"I'm sure everything will work out."
"I know," Evantrid says. "They had enough stuff on them to sell and start rebuilding the house."
"So you won't be stuck in the apartment for long."
"No but the kids aren't happy about being stuck there."
"They're young and will be fine," Barliman says.
"The worst part is the bastards keep saying we have the wrong person. I got so annoyed with them I started hitting one."
"I'm sure the guards didn't like that."
"They yelled at me," Evantrid says "but didn't do anything to punish me. I guess they thought I had been through enough."