Scared

The innkeeper, a stout man with a welcoming smile, looked up as Arthur approached. "Ah, welcome back, sir. What can I do for you?"

"I'd like to rent a room," Arthur said, pulling out his coin pouch to retrieve 50 bronze coins. "How much?"

The innkeeper, a stout man with a welcoming demeanour, smiled. "One silver coin a day."

Arthur paused, his hand carrying the bronze coins halfway to the counter. "One silver coin?" he repeated, his eyebrows shooting up. "Isn't it 50 bronze coins?"

The innkeeper's smile didn't waver. "Ah, yes, we do offer the 50 bronze coin package, but that's only for women."

Arthur froze, staring at the man as if he'd just grown a second head. "Wait… what? Only for women? Are you serious?"

"Quite serious," the innkeeper replied, adjusting his apron. "It's a promotional package. We call it 'Ladies' Rest Special.' Women's comfort and safety are a top priority here, you see."