As Abia walked down the last few steps of the stairs in the back corner of the tavern, she spotted the man already at his seat. She made her way towards the kitchen, “Ah, welcome back. I hope your horse is doin ok. I was just upstairs setting up a room for ya. Your food is all done, I’m just getting it now.”<br/><br/>With that she disappeared through a door behind the bar, emerging a few moments later with a bowl in hand, steam rising into the air. “Piping hot, it is, so take care not to burn yourself. Lamb stew, filled to the brim with all the fixins, sure to warm up any cold man’s tummy right quick.” She gave him a wink as she placed the bowl in front of him. “If there’s anything else ya need, just give me a holler. And whenever you feel you’re done with the day, I’ll draw up a nice hot bath for ya before you head to bed. Sound good?” She straightened up, feeling proud of herself. It’s been a long while since she’s had a customer like him, so the fact that she still had everything covered felt like an accomplishment. She couldn’t think of anything else she could have forgotten.