"Hmm..." Abia hummed in mild amusement, shaking her head slightly at the body comment. So many cheeky men in her midst tonight.<br/><br/>She wasn’t entirely sure what he spoke about afterwards, but it seemed to her that his life was rougher than most based on his expression and melancholy tone. “Well, if you need anything more, just give a holler.” She put her hand on his shoulder, and squeezed gently, for comfort as she said this, before pulling away again, “I also have extra rooms upstairs that you’re welcome to stay in for the night, but I’m afraid that won’t be for free. You just let me know.” With that she headed back into the kitchen to start cooking dinner as she noticed night drawing in on them.<br/><br/>As the storm outside calmed down to a light drizzle, The Calm Leaf Tavern’s door opened to welcome a few new visitors. Some of the local villagers popped in for a night of libations, good stories, and good music. “Hey Abia!” A petite, slightly older woman called out towards the kitchen door, assuming her in there. Abia stuck her head out the doorway and smiled at the familiar voice and face, “Hi Liza! I’ll just be out in a moment. I’m almost finished up with cooking dinner for a tenant.”<br/><br/>“Oh! An adventurer? Is he cute? My type?” The woman got excited and Abia could only laugh in response.<br/><br/>“Yes, he seems to be an adventurer. Cute? For sure. Your type? Ehhhhh, you’ll have to decide that on your own when he comes down.” The woman just laughed, walking to the other side of the bar and helped herself to a beer from the tap. Abia watched her leave a coin on the counter as she made her way back onto the floor to sit at one of the tables with a few other patrons.<br/><br/>One of the few ways Abia was able to run this place on her own is that some of the locals know where everything is and can serve themselves. It’s a small village, but the community is close. They never felt the need to use the term ‘honor system’ because everybody did what they could to help each other innately.<br/><br/>A couple of men sat at the bar, talking loudly about some monster they had seen outside the village. At the table with the petite woman sat another girl and a man, gossiping about who the adventurer could be upstairs.<br/><br/>As time wore on, more and more villagers entered. Abia was at the bar serving drinks as the volume increased inside the bar with everybody trying to talk over each other. Some people noticed the guitarist by the fire, but his foreign look and strange instrument kept some of them to just talk about him from a different table, instead of conversing directly with him.<br/><br/>Just next to the stage, a man sat on the piano and began playing some lively music, a woman in a dress and corset singing to the tune, only her expression wasn’t quite so happy to match with the words and tempo.