As Abia listened to the song, her brows furrowed. The women of the village seemed to adore it, or just him, but something about the lyrics seemed...off. She couldn’t quite place what it was, but she shrugged it off for now. The tavern was far busier than usual and she needed to keep up with all the orders.<br/><br/>When Nathan and Erin arrived with the supplies, she breathed an audible sigh of relief. Completing ignoring Zataire’s outburst, she strode right towards the two, “Finally! You two are lifesavers! Come, help me bring them into the kitchen.” She grabbed one of the boxes of supplies from Nathan to relieve some of the load off of him, and led them both to the kitchen where everything would be stored.<br/><br/>Placing the box she was carrying down onto a counter, she sifted through its contents and pulled out three bottles of scotch. Two of them she tucked into her arm to bring out to the bar, along with a few other bottles of ale, the third she merely handed to Nathan. “This one is yours, as a thanks for everything.” She gave him the biggest smile she could muster. Addressing the two of them, she gestured to the pots and pans of hot food, already cooked, “help yourself to anything. I’m sure you’ve built up an appetite from carrying all that. As always, let me know if you need anything.” Giving them one last smile, she made her way back out onto the floor, stocking up the bar behind the counter, and pouring more drink orders.