I speak with the Tavern Master

"What did you do to Mina?" the Tavern Master asked me as he ran a damp towel over the surface of his bar. I didn't have much of a response for the Tavern Master, other than a curious tilt of my head.
"She interrupted my sleep, little of it that I get, with all of her whimpering and crying," he added.
"Oh," I said. I fear it wasn't a very helpful reply.
"She is nearly useless," he said.
I nodded. "I have conveyed that very sentiment to her myself."
"Is she any good, at least?" he inquired, wringing the damp towel over a basin.
"She is..." I thought for a moment, and then found the right word, "...enthusiastic."
"That is something, at least," he said.
"I think so," I agreed.
"Perhaps you will consider purchasing her," the Tavern Master suggested as he eyed a nearly clean mug aided by the light coming through a dusty window.
"Enthusiasm is not an uncommon trait in slave girls," I said.
"I would give you a fair price," he said to me.
"I do not doubt your business ethics, my friend," I smiled.
"I think I will have her collared," he said. "And branded."
"Common Kef?" I inquired?
"Of course," he scoffed. "You wouldn't see a 'Dina' working along the canals. At least not in my joint."
"It would be unusual," I agreed.
"I have a request," he said then, shelving a cup that had been dry long before he stopped rubbing it with the bar towel. "If you are going to be staying on a bit, I would like to have the sleen take Mina's scent."
"That seems prudent," I nodded.
"I would compensate you, of course," he said, "by discounting your rent."
I did not expect the payment to be coins, and the arrangement made sense. "Whatever you deem equitable, my friend," I said.
"How long do you plan to stay on?" he asked then. He knew I was not of Port Kar, and he was polite enough not to ask what city I was from. Merchants, Landlords, and other business owners tended to be pragmatic. If a man's money was good, and a man was an affable enouogh sort, no good came of it to ask where he was from. What if he was of no city? What if he was, perhaps worse, of a city hostile to one's own? Also, if he had not offered the information on his own, perhaps he does not wish it to be known. A vagabond enjoys his anonymity. His question cut me, however unintentional it was on his part. I have been away so long. Twice, I have missed celebrating the new year at home. With En'Kara approaching, I could miss it a third time.
"I do not know," I answered him finally. Truthfully.