Venta
Rufio stretched out his legs and smiled sweetly at the new owner of the Golden Amphora. He was exactly the type of customer that the new owner didn’t want in his establishment, an old man who nursed his drink. Many of the old customers had taken the hint and had taken their custom elsewhere as the ones that the owner wanted, younger men with far more money than sense had moved in. According to Luc, his son, the Golden Amphora was becoming one of the places in which the up and coming had to be seen to frequent.
He harrumphed into his goblet. The young today had forgotten the bad times and the need to prepare for a rainy day. They lived for the moment. He shook his head. He finally noticed the owner standing over him.
“May I suggest that you finish your drink and leave? Also don’t bother coming back. We don’t want your sort here”
“My sort?”
The owner sighed
“May I join you?”
“It’s your inn”
“Look Rufio, I know that you have been coming here for decades. You never cause any trouble, always pay up when you buy drink and are unfailingly polite to both me and my staff and tip well. If the Amphora was anywhere else you would be the type of customer that I would want and in fact would encourage”
Rufio smiled tightly
“However?”
The owner waved his hand around the hostelry
“Look at the other customers”
“They are all young. So?”
“You are putting them off. They come here to get away from their relatives and have a good time. You are a constant reminder of what they are trying to avoid”
“When I was their age that didn’t stop us. Old people were a fixture in places like this”
Rufio smiled
“We certainly didn’t let them stop us from what we thought was having a good time”
The owner sighed
“Times have changed Rufio and I will accept not always for the better. Some of my bigger spenders have basically told me that either you and the one or two other die hards go, or they will take their custom elsewhere. To be honest they spend a lot more than you do”
“And they don’t question what they are being served once they are deep in their cups. Oh, don’t take offence young man. Hostelry owners have been the same for generations. To be fair you still sell them better stuff than Falerix used to try and pass off as the good stuff at the start of the evening!”
Rufio drained his goblet and stood up
“I won’t come here again and thank you for being polite about it. However remember the custom that you are chasing is flighty. Somewhere else will become the place to be seen and they will desert you”
The owner nodded
“So I have to make hay whilst the sun is shining”
Rufio looked hard at him
“How long, a year?”
“If I’m lucky” admitted the owner
“Then either I, or more likely the person to whom I sell this as a going concern, will be welcoming customers like you back”
“But in the meantime don’t cross the threshold?”
“What can I say, it’s good business sense”
Rufio shook his head
“Only in the very short term. Long term you need regulars. Still I will do as you request. May it not turn out badly for you”
Rufio left. He ran into Conatus who was returning to base. Conatus took one look at his face and shrugged
“He’s barred you hasn’t he?”
“Not officially but effectively, yes. As a business man I can understand his reasoning but it still rankles”
“He doesn’t like the Watch using it either even when we are off duty”
“Makes his big spenders uncomfortable at a guess”
Conatus nodded
“We might start asking where some of them got so much money!”
Conatus looked around
“I’ll see you home Rufio. Some of the young bucks don’t always think straight when they’ve had a few. Before you say anything, the Legate and Praefectus do have a plan”
Rufio smiled
“I rather think that he (Rufio indicated the Golden Amphora) will not like it!”
“Probably not” answered Conatus.
They started walking back to Rufio’s home.