Hail, Brave Warrior! Had a hard day questing, I see. Heard you cleaned up the town's rat problem and murdered an entire tribe of razorback pigmen. Oh yes, our local ecosystem will be damaged for years. Or until the next respawn.
Looks like all that adventuring took quite a toll on your cartoonishly muscular and/or prepubescent and vaguely Japanese body. My eyesight isn't what it used to be, I'm afraid. Need to squint just to keep from going completely blind these days. From what I can see, though, your wounds look severe. You must be out of healing potions, and the alchemist doesn't open up shop until we reach the day half of this day-night cycle. You should've rolled a priest, son, or at least a cleric. No worry, I've got just the thing for you.
A mighty, nameless hero spent a night in the room upstairs 'bout a fortnight past, woke up rested with full HP and all status ailments cured. Claimed to hear – What'd he say? – Oh right, some sort of music in an inn where we got no musicians! Guess that music didn't cure confuse, eh? Still, fella was fit to fight an octorok... or worse. Why not venture upstairs and stay the night? I won't charge you too much. You'll still have enough gil to buy the legendary golden armor in the morning and save us all from Lord Xandxerzorg.
What's that? You will stay the night? Thank you for indulging this old man. Now, step right this way. And sleep well...