<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/5/1/asvett_by_pixeldust86-d8jgb3o.jpg)</div>Asvett was at the top of her game that evening.  No customer was handed a flagon without receiving a chuckle as well from some random quip or silly, endearing face she made.  There was nothing the goblin enjoyed more than making people happy.  The Busty Wench seemed the perfect place for her.  There was nothing but a steady stream of people just dying to be cheered up.  It was like shooting netted harpies in a temple!  As the latest sullen wandered stepped in, Asvett turned to size him up.  She immediately knew this one would take some time.  Even after sitting he hadn't even removed his weaponry!  The skittish ones were the hardest to crack, but also the more rewarding.<br/><br/>Setting her empty tray behind the bar, Asvett grinned at Chariss, the only other girl in the place that shared her lack of vertical achievement.  Though she was still a couple feet taller than the dwarf, Asvett was still the second shortest of the bunch.  The bartender gave her a wink of solidarity before the goblin backed out and made her way towards the elfkin.  Without saying a word, the girl sat in a chair next to him, looking the same direction over the tavern.<br/><br/>"Cutthroats, all of 'em. That tall, green one there? Killed three men just this morning, no lie. And the one with the boobs? She's the worst! Smothers men one after the other with those things. You go to bed with her, you don't wake up. Just a friendly warning."  Asvett nodded slowly, looking through squinted eyes as if trying to dig up dirt on everyone just by sight.  Finally she turned towards the man and gave him a smile.  "C'mon, tall, dark, and knife-eared. It's not all that bad here. I'm Asvett, your waitress and comedy relief for the night. What will you have?"  Despite asking for his order, the girl sat back and put her feet up on the table as if lounging.  She blew a lock of pink hair from her face and gave him a smirk for good measure.