"Oh, yeah! That'd be a big help!" Krystal turned so her back faced Cely. "I'd probably just use my share to get another barmaid outfit and fix up some problems with the tavern." she said, smiling sadly. "It was my Dad's place, you know? He was some strong burly man who took no shit from anyone. The tavern was his life, and he wanted to have a son to pass it on to..." She pauses, she continues a but more somber. "He never did. My Mom died giving birth to me. He loved her dearly, and so never remarried." She pauses again, but starts to smile "I helped him around the Tavern ever since I was little, seeing him handle bar fights and make drinks while I served customers. No one messed with me, cause my Dad was always watching anyone around me with this terrifying look. Once the day was done he'd tell me how proud he was of me, smiling like a big teddy bear." she trails off... "He died when I was 16. Worked himself to death." she pauses for a long while, then perks back up "Wow! I seriously killed the mood, huh?" She chuckles earnestly.