Again, the inn isn't really like how it used to be where you'd get miners coming in wanting some food with their ale. Nowadays you just get plain ol' drunks coming in. Even the adventurers don't normally order anything fancy. You figure you'll just cut down on food shipments and jack the price up so only adventurers or perhaps the odd merchant will be willing to pay for a hot meal.



You also decide that Wendy is a pretty vital part of running this place, so you offer her the only thing you can think of that would keep her happy…



"Less kitchen work and a free permanent room? Are you serious?" Wendy says in disbelief.

"If you want it. The catch is though, you'd be living here and need to make sure things are running smoothly on a regular basis, this means opening up the inn early, closing it down late, or whatever else is required."

"Pfft, I basically do that now."

"Perhaps, but now you'd get to live at a place rent free, not to mention you don't need to walk that far to work anymore. Now that should certainly alleviate some of your problems I trust?"

"Yeah, that would help a lot."

"Good, oh one more thing, I know you have kids, I really hope they won't be running all over the place bothering patrons."

"No, it won't be a problem. Y'know I had my doubts about you running this place and while I know me living here is going to make it more convenient for your own goals, thanks all the same."

"You're welcome." You say and feel positive that this decision is going to work out just fine.



A few months pass and your inn is making a little more money and you have a little more time for your academic goals. Things are nice for a little while, but as usual a problem crops up to make you life a lot more difficult.



Wendy's kids are little monsters. Not to you, but to just about everyone else. Wendy tries to keep them in line through screaming and beatings, but it doesn't work for long.



Her youngest Carl is a dirty little boy who is constantly trying to look up Eliza and Rita's dresses or touch them in some inappropriate way. If he can't get to them, the local trashy women who frequent the bar will do. Most of the time he tries to play it off like he doesn't mean anything, but he knows damn well what he's doing.



Wendy's daughter Annie is obviously taking after her with the same grasp of verbal swears. She swears so much you initially thought she had Rosette's Syndrome. Her mouth wouldn't really be a problem except she's loud and is always asking the inn guests strange questions (swearing the whole time of course).



Finally her oldest son, Henry is well on his way to be a future sociopath. The kid will sit in a corner watching everything and everyone with this creepy look like he'd murder everyone if he could. You've noticed that knives from the kitchen have been going missing and you never used to come across so many bloody cat heads in the alley before Wendy moved in. While you can't prove the animal killing or knife theft, you know for a fact that he's been fucking with Alan. For the past week you've noticed Alan limping, when you questioned him, he stated it was nothing, but on closer inspection you saw that his shoe was in a burned condition and he had a bruise on his neck. You question it further and Alan finally breaks down and tells you it was Wendy's son, but states that Wendy's son was just "playing" that it wasn't a big deal and he didn't want him getting into trouble.



That's the last straw for you. You and Wendy need to have another talk about this arrangement.



"Wendy I need to talk to you now."

"Can it wait…HEY GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" Wendy says shouting at one her little demons.

"That's exactly what we need to talk about."

"Wha…oh fine."



You and Wendy step into the kitchen and you waste no time in expressing your concerns.



"Wendy you've been a great help her since you moved in, but it was my understanding that you were going to have your kids under better control than you have been."

"Hey this is the best all of them have been in ages! Besides they haven't been bothering you and business has been doing okay."

"Yeah, but at this rate I'm not sure how long that's going to last with how your kids have been acting lately. Your youngest is sexually harassing Eliza and Rita more than the lowest scum that drinks here. Your daughter is causing some the most hardcore adventurers feel uncomfortable. And your oldest son, hoo boy, you NEED to get that kid on a leash quick and instill some discipline into him because he's one twisted little pup."

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to fuckhead? You think you can tell me how to raise my goddamn kids? You think it's fucking easy? You don't have any, so fuck you! Shit, you ain't even got a woman, so I'm guessing you ain't gonna have to worry about it ever. Faggot."

"And who the hell do you think YOU'RE talking to? I'm your boss and I'm telling you need to get your kids in line! Alan just told me that your oldest son snuck down into basement and gave him a hotfoot while he was sleeping. When Alan predictably woke up, he nearly choked himself because your little psycho set up a wire noose around his neck tied to the table nearby."

"And you believed Alan?"

"Alan's a lot of things, but he's not a liar. If anything I had to drag the info out of him. He was afraid of getting your son in trouble, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was just afraid of your son period."

"(Sigh) Even if it is true. So what? That's just how boys play."

"That's how future murderers play. Look, I'm not arguing with you anymore. Your kids are a problem and you said they wouldn't be. So get your shit together or face the consequences."

"Fuck you, you gonna fire me? Pfft! Yeah right. Without me, you couldn't run this place and pursue your precious education at the same time. Hell, I doubt if you could run it period."

You fire Wendy

It's a risky gamble, but you feel you have no choice.



"Alright fine, you're fired." You say after taking a deep breath.

"Ha ha ha ha! Yeah right." Wendy laughs.

"I'm not joking, you're fired and you can pack your bags and get the hell out of my inn too."

"Wait a minute!"

"No, you've made it quite clear you don't respect my generosity and are just taking advantage of it. I'd expect this sort of behavior from Rita, but I thought better of you."

"…you can't fire me! You need me! " Wendy sputters.

"It's done. You're gone. And while you may be right that I do need you, I don't need your bratty kids. Especially one that's setting my other employees on fucking fire."



You begin to leave the kitchen and Wendy grabs your arm.



"Alright, alright! Shit. You win. I can't afford to lose my job and a free place on top of everything right now. I'll do something about my kids. (Sigh) I just hope I can do something about Henry. I'm not sure anything is going to help. I have to admit, I'm not looking forward to him when he becomes a teenager."

"Well, have you thought about sending him away?"

"I wish. I don't have that sort of money to send him to some boys school, besides he'd probably get kicked out within a week."

"No, there's a program that the city militia has been trying to promote lately. It's basically like boot camp for juvenile delinquents. They say it has good results in turning them around." You suggest.

"Well I'd try anything I suppose, but doesn't that cost money as well?"

"No, basically you go down to the local militia guard station and sign your kid up, then at sometime in the middle of the night they take him away for a year."

"Wow, sounds pretty extreme, but if it's free hell I'll try it."



The next few days are slightly quieter. Wendy has obviously laid down the law once again to them, but it won't last. You really hope she goes through with your suggestion because as much as you are perfectly willing to go through with your threat, you also know it would ruin your own goals.



Later that night, heavy banging on your inn's front door and yelling wakes you up.



"This is the Klyton Militia open up at once! We have important business here!"



You smile and head downstairs to open the door, but you find that Wendy has already done it. When they take him away, he doesn't cry or even protest. He allows himself to go quietly, which makes you believe that you made the right decision in pushing Wendy in this direction. You have your doubts if the militia program will help him, but he's out of your life now and that's what is important.



The best thing is, this event scared Wendy's other two kids so much that they straighten up so as not to suffer the same fate.



Time passes and everything seems to be going well until one day when you get another visit from the Klyton militia who storm in the same way they did when they took away Henry.



"You the owner of this establishment?" the sergeant asks.

"Yeah?" you answer groggily

"You're under arrest for serving illegal substances."

"What?! I don't sell drugs here!"

"You're selling homemade booze ain't cha? Clearly you're violating alcohol law 3.6721. Gibbs! Check the basement, that's where it's supposed to be!"



You're put into manacles and sputter in disbelief at all this. You were careful! Who could've ratted you out? None of you patrons would've cared given that they drink here. Even your ex-patrons just left due to the alcohol not tasting as good to them, they would've have bothered. Your staff? If this place goes down, then they all lose their jobs and if anything you've made strides in making things easier for them…shit.



You know now.



It's Henry. That little bastard must've told all about this place. Whether he did it out of spite for you or his mom or if they really rehabilitated him and he felt it was his "duty" to rat you out hardly matters, you're fucked.



"Found them sir. There's a whole bunch of stills in the basement, along with some retard who seemed confused." Gibbs reports.

"Ugh, you keep retarded sex slaves in this place too? What the hell are you running here?!" the sergeant says jumping to conclusions.

"Sex slaves? He's the fucking janitor!" you protest.

"Save it you sicko! You're coming with us!"



As you're taken away you shout to Wendy who is standing by watching all this, to get the money from the safe to bail you out.



Eventually you're brought up on charges of distribution of illegal substances, posing a health risk to the populous, exploitation of the mentally incompetent and tax evasion. Guess which one you got in the most trouble?



You spend almost all your money on a lawyer, and your inn is taken away by the city, along with your dreams of going into medicine. After all is said and done you've lost everything and are completely broke. The only good thing is the city decided that your inn would cover the cost of all the alcohol taxes you weren't paying due to making your own so you didn't serve any jail time.



It's of minor consolation though, you're still left with nothing and don't have much future prospects. You wish you'd listened to your mother and you think about going to Teckleville to apologize to her in person, but you can't bring yourself to even face her.



You do eventually get another job as a boring assistant clerk. It's a mind numbing tedious job that does nothing for your mental well-being. After years of this drudge you hang yourself still lamenting about where you went wrong with the inn.