((<a class="username" data-user-id="1702" data-username="@BoundObsession" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1702/">@BoundObsession</a><a class="username" data-user-id="1997" data-username="@Vixaria" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1997/">@Vixaria</a>since it’s been about two weeks since anyone had last responded, I’m going to move the time forward to the evening. Our newest patron described merriment of a not quite full tavern, which happens just before the night when it’s full of drunks lol<br/><br/>If you would like to remain here, by all means, enjoy yourselves. Whatever you would have liked to have passed during the day, I will “yes, and” it and it will be truth for the thread. I’m pretty easygoing, so whatever your imagination dictates is fine by me. If your character has left, just let me know in the PMs.))<br/><br/>With evening in full gear, the tavern has seen its first few patrons of the night. Mostly the usual faces, just about everybody recognizable by everyone else, except for one. Some of the men and women glanced over at the new stranger, but for the most part paid her no mind. The tavern sees many a new drifter, some are good company as they wander from town to town for new excitement, others are tougher and just looking for a night to take a breath from the wild and untamed unknown, and everything else in between. No matter their origins, all are welcome here.<br/><br/>Abia, the manager, cook, bartender, and maid of the tavern, quickly finished up serving the few drink orders she had just been given before walking over to the new face. “Good evening, hon. Would you like anything?” Her smile is as warm as the tavern she tends when offering her help to the girl.