<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/1515387573313.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jessynka Pase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884533#msg15884533)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human Tavern Wench<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Early Morning / Main Taproom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Yokun, Risppt, Naevys<br/><br/>A cute and slender lass whistle to herself as she approached the Vine and Horn. It was a lovely day, but Jessynka found most days lovely. She loved her town, her job, and the interesting people she met there. Well, maybe not love them but they did keep life from getting boring. The walk from her home on the edge of town was just long enough to be a pleasant stroll rather than a chore. Throw in the occasional romp with a nameless stranger and what more could a girl want?<br/><br/>As she entered the tavern she gave a little wave to Heironymous and Babs. She got the expected grunt from the gruff owner and a wave back from his niece. Jessynka got along well with both. She worked hard, which made Heironymous. And unlike Babs she did more than just flirt so the other barmaid didn't cut into Jessynka's side hustle. She picked up her serving tray from the bar and nodded toward the drunken boxer being hauled away.<br/><br/>"So did the fun already start or is it still going from last night? I'm guessing the latter knowing him."<br/><br/>A kobold had apparently by trying to help with the much larger... and drunker... man. Jessynka noticed the empty mug at the table he was looking at.<br/><br/>"Looks like you could use another after all that. On me for going above and beyond."<br/><br/>She always did this a few times during her shift. It made the customers happy and happy customers stick around and spend money, so it was more like an investment than a gift. As she turned to the bar to grab another mug for the kobold, Jessynka did a double take when she saw the elven bard. She had an appreciation for prettiness.<br/><br/>"And what about you, my lovely lutist? Wet your whistle before you sing for your supper?"<br/>