As the day wore on, and the sky got dark, a few villagers trickled in little by little. It didn’t take long for almost all of the tables to be filled with patrons, chatting and laughing excitedly. Abia found herself swamped very quickly, practically running from one table to the next, juggling glasses and mugs, pints and bottles, tankards, plates, and anything else available to serve food and drink.‭ The only seats open were the table by the fire, a small half-sized table next to the empty stage, and only a handful of stools at the bar.<br/><br/>“Yes, yes, coming right up, Jane!” Abia called out to a girl asking for a glass of mead, while other patrons ordered various other ales, sending Abia on her way back to behind the counter to fill the many more drinks orders. She rushed around, though she seemed perfectly within her element as a different kind of excitement filled her with each passing minute. Although, a bit of worry still hung off of her as the night got later. Nevertheless, her optimism shined through on the outside.<br/><br/>Many of the conversations throughout the tavern were a mix of happy chatter about the coming entertainer, others were getting impatient with the current state of silence. Some of the conversations from the regulars strayed no further from their usual, however. “Here you are.” Abia said with a smile as she served the nearby gentleman his preferred alcohol.