Abia has just finished making her rounds in preparing for the usual crowd: floors mopped, tables wiped, glasses cleaned, alcohol stocked, food cooked, and rooms cleaned and made. As she put some finishing touches on polishing the bar, a few regulars already started making their way in. One of the patrons was a man with strawberry blonde hair and a clean shaven face, who gave Abia a smile and a wave before making his way to the small stage where he took a seat and began playing a few jaunty tunes for everybody to enjoy.<br/><br/>Many settled into their usual spots, Abia making her way to serve them their usual drinks, listening to the same usual conversations. As much as she enjoyed tending to the bar....it could get very boring.<br/><br/>Sure, on occasion her pub would be visited by strange newcomers from far-off lands and times...but there always seemed to be long bouts of nothing. Nevertheless, she kept smiling all the same to her friends and customers. Behind her expression was always the wonder if anybody new would walk through her door