She nodded happily and winked, “A tankard of ale and a big juicy steak, coming right up.” She let out a small chuckle as she jotted it down on her small parchment of paper with the rest of everybody else’s orders, leaving his table to go and fetch it.<br/><br/>Guy, the elderly archer, hobbled back to his chair, grumbling and mumbling under his breath. Abia passed him by and managed to hear the word “whippersnappers” uttered from beneath his breath. She quickly jotted down one more thing onto her list, figuring the aged local would want a hard drink after all the hubbub.<br/><br/>Sarah just shrugged and went back to her drink, only to find that it had been emptied. She let out a small whine when she realized her lack of alcohol. With a small childish pout, she slouched a bit on her barstool.<br/><br/>Abia had just turned the corner to head behind the counter to reach the kitchen when she saw her friend’s less than happy state. She smiled softly as she disappeared behind the swinging door, re-emerging with a plate of food in hand and a few clean glasses. Putting the three glasses down, she lithely reached for three different bottles of alcohol while balancing the newest vistor’s dinner in her palm. From one bottle she poured a clear, slightly bubbling, liquid and slid the glass down to her red headed childhood friend. Sarah’s eyes immediately brightened and looked at Abia with an expression of thanks. With a wink, she poured the next two glasses, one with a dark, amber liquid and a very strong scent, the last was a dark, almost burnt orange color, and frothed as she poured.<br/><br/>Very carefully, she reached for both, slipping different fingers of one hand between the handles of the glasses. Her legs moved briskly and quickly through the tavern, placing the hard amber liquid in front of Guy, who handed Abia a few gold coins and spoke his gratitude, offering his assistance she should find herself needing it again. With a nod and a touch on his shoulder, she thanked him as well and continued on to her last customer.<br/><br/>With a sigh and a smile, her hands extended down towards the table of the man preferring the shadows, and placed a dish of hot food and a large glass of the frothy ale. “Will you be needing anything more, sir?”