Xavia hummed to herself as her hooves clicked about the main hall of the Tavern. Another day of seemingly endlessly filling mugs, and servings plates of food to the many patrons whom would come and go all throughout the day. Of course whenever the opportunity arises, she will take the time to clean the floors and tables around the tavern, be they simple spills of old ale, crumbs of past meals, and of course. The leavings of patrons whom indulged in more physical delight that of which the Tavern was known for.<br/><br/>"Orders up!"  A voice would call from the kitchen. And of course Xavia would be there quickly. She took the bowl and plate of food in each hand. A nice hot bowl of steamed clams fresh from the coats of Stranglethorn, and a plate of sauteed raptor meat with a side of crab legs "Surf and turf" as the cooks call it. Xavia found it to be a delightful little gimmick for the seaside Tavern. She would carry each individual meal to their respective tables, offering kind polite smiles to each of the patrons whom were to receive the meals.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>