Something was afoot in Theodosia Strong's inn this morning, and she was not at all pleased by it. Firstly, a trio of unruly guests had completely sacked the room they'd rented and refused to pay for the damages until she called for the constable. Secondly, her cook and three servants had called in sick today because of colds, which seemed to be going around Whitby this week. Thirdly, and most frustratingly, the storm that had rolled in this morning had driven many beggars, lowlifes, and rowdy kids into the lobby of The Lassie's Faith. Theodosia didn't mind the poor souls with good intentions who just needed shelter for a bit, but the loud group of boys that were running around her lobby without a parent in sight, the four teenage couples sharing glances too flirtatious for Theodosia's liking, and the folks glancing around as they eyed up things to steal bothered her highly. It was an unfortunate day when she had to plant herself squarely in the middle of her lobby and keep an eye on each straggler along with a few of her servants, for no one wanted to catch Theodosia Strong in a bad mood.