Though Memner nominally operates an inn, the reality is that his business is essentially a pub. Looked down upon by most of the women in Speardale proper for some “women of loose morals” in his employ, his “girls” are well paid for their profession and never suffer any abuse… the older folk begrudingly admit that 7-month births have gone down dramatically since Memner established his business in Speardale, and uglier crimes simply vanished. A devout worshiper of Sune, for his part Memner views the backwater village as desperately needing to find a sense of life and joy, and his girls share his religious devotion and outlook on life. For them, pleasure and beauty are ideals to be pursued, virginity a quaint tradition designed to imprison the body. Lovers of sex and fine food, the three women have taken on a roll of education, teaching boys in the recesses of the night how to pleasure their future wives.
For Memner’s part, no man with a wife is welcome in the less spoken of portion of his business, and he’s actually an excellent marriage councelor, concerned as he is with each person finding pleasure not only in the moment but for the duration of their lives, and aware that sometimes a sacrifice now means more enjoyment later. Most of his business is serving drinks to the town and nearb farmers, and meals to the single men too lazy to learn to cook for themselves; those who imbibe in too much of the former and too little of the later are far more likely to actually patron the inn proper than any travelers are, but the occassional pedler or trader brings just enough coin for Memner to keep his mission— for that is how he and the girls see the business— going.