"I need a horse," Conan said when the fat innkeeper was finally before him.

Bornhald waved the man away; he was vaguely aware of a woman and some children huddling in a doorway, until the fat innkeeper shepherded them out.

The fat innkeeper was listening intently, his little black eyes glittering.

My horses, but that fat old innkeeper had them locked up in his stable.

"I remember," the fat innkeeper said, peering at the board.

Roaring fires on hearths at either end of the room warmed it, and the fat innkeeper was in his shirtsleeves.

What you see is the start of the big fat distinguished innkeeper.

She was about to suggest leaving, but Willen strode forward into the heart of the room, marching directly up to the enormously fat innkeeper behind the bar.

A fat innkeeper who only remembers his own name because people shout it at him all day?

She became used to the fat innkeeper's suggestive smirks, though once or twice she did think of kicking the woman.