Abia gave Nathan a large smile as she brought over his usual scotch, same as she had the past few nights. “Good evening, Nathan.” Next to the scotch she placed a small plate onto the table, upon which sat a few lumps of meat, fried to a golden brown color, with a shiny orange glaze and garnished with shavings of some kind of white flakes. “I got some new, unique ingredients from the market today and had a little bit of fun. I hope you’ll try it for me and tell me what you think.”<br/><br/>When the newcomer walked in, she glanced over and watched him sit by the fire talking to himself. She lifted an eyebrow, slightly confused, but ultimately decided to shrug it off. She noticed her far-too-eager friend take a peak at him as well. She watched her hesitate when he began gesturing, but then an expression crossed her features she had never seen before.<br/><br/>Enough people watching. Everybody that needed to be served was taken care of, save for the newest patron, and it seemed, Sarah would be taking care of him. Abia decided to take a seat with Nathan, always enjoying his company.<br/><br/>Sarah, was a buxom beauty, usually far too flirty for her own good, but something about this strange man brought him to her sights. Something familiar in the way he muttered and swished his hand about. She felt as if she had seen somebody do something similar years ago when she was just a child. Her youthful mind saw the campfire flames dance about to the wandering stranger’s mutterings and movements like magic those many years back in the forest with her family. Could this man be doing the same?...or perhaps was he just singing with the music? Maybe something else? Either way, she felt she needed to find out. Her red dress billowed behind her with the speed that she walked over to him, taking a seat just across from him. “Uhm....hello? Can I ask what you’re doing right now?”