"Hmmm, if you were a smidge older, I'd recommend a few authors. Sometimes their content can get a bit intense, at least by suggestion. But, a good entry level novel would be the mother-monster of them all, Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.

"Hopefully, the powers in this place will grant us some clemency and a respite in which to be settled. Though the pirates on the seas weren't precisely a harbinger of hope," he muses.

At that moment, a girl who could be the innkeep's red-haired daughter approaches with a tray with their, keeping her gaze modestly averted, though Wesker might give the girl a bit more than a once-over, not perversely but with a definite appreciation for a Titian-haired damsel. "Your meal should be ready soon," she says, softly before scooting back to the kitchen, peeking over her shoulder, as if making sure there's no trouble.

"I think she's leery of me."