It was three silvers per horse for the stabling. Brandark will find the stable hand to be very capable in light of the exceptional specimens of horse he is already tending to.
The Serpent's Snack is bustling with about thirty patrons, literally of all walks of life, fisherman and farmers, shop keepers and craftsmen, half breeds and not. As an example, at one table there is what looks like a Half-Elf fisherman, sitting with a Gnome, a Half-Orc farmer, and a what looks like one of the Serpentfolk, a female with very human features.
Great vats take up the whole back right of the building. A male Dwarf is putting grain into a grinder.
The bar is slightly elevated to accommodate its Dwarven bartender, a female. When the party approaches she introduces herself, "Welcome to Nybor. There are no strangers here. They call me Silvertooth." She smiles showing off her silver upper front right tooth. "We make our own beer. It is only a silver piece for a mug. We also have our local Wine. It is a gold piece. And we serve a very fine Honey Mead. It is made just outside of town. It too is a gold piece. Our specially is the grilled Frog Legs. It comes with grilled leaks. Or you can have our Vegetable Stew. It is made with purple potatoes, parsnips and the chopped leaks. Not to mention, various sundry spices and other locally grown vegetables. The meal comes with cornbread all for a gold piece." She takes a breath, "We do have rooms, not many, but I do have two available. They are two gold pieces each for the night. Each room has three beds."