<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/414px-BarmaidAvi.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lynessa “Lyn” Vinegrove<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Elf Barmaid<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern / Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Carlotta and OPEN<br/><br/>“Two nights it is.” Lynessa answered.  She was quite accustomed to people not looking her in the eyes at first glance.  It didn’t bother her at work.  “And thank you.  It is always nice when a pretty customer such as yourself notices.”  Her voice has the lilting tone of the elves that was like honey for the ears.  “I will make sure a basin is sent on up.  I’ll drop off the key when I bring you your ale.  First one’s on me darling for the compliment.”<br/><br/>“Hey you don’t give me free drinks when I compliment you Lyn?”  Called a gruff Dwarf at the bar.<br/><br/>“That’s because you don’t have cute floppy ears like this one or a pointy hat.”  She said sticking her tongue out at the old regular Grimly Wayfarer, a hunter of some skill.<br/><br/>“Sorry dear.  Don’t mind Grimly.  He is a grumpy old codger, but a total softy.  Now you were saying something about a job.  I need some bramble berries for a pie I want to make, but my favorite thicket has become the home of an ornery Tangleweb Spider.  If you can chase off that nasty bugger and bring me a bushel of berries, I can make it worth your while.  Think about it and let me know, okay?” The lithe elven barmaid offers before nodding to the newest customer.<br/><br/>“Looks like I have another customer.  Think about it and I will bring your ale lickety split.”<br/><br/>Lynessa swished off to take the newest arrival’s order.<br/><br/>From the kitchen came a large crashing sound and a scream.  From behind the bar a heavy set cook rushed out of the kitchen.<br/>“Gremlins!  In the cellar!” She cried breathing heavily but another crash was soon followed by a chittering snicker and the stumbling bodies of three strange looking creatures.  The small green biters were swathed head to toe in charcoal grey cloth.  One was pouring a mug of ale into a strange device on top of the others head.  The container funneled down into two straws it clutched into its mouth.<br/><br/>“Cask Gremlin’s!” The old Dwarf hunter exclaimed.  “Where’s my rifle!” He called though few other than Dwarfs knew what a rifle was.<br/><br/>The gremlin’s looked across the taproom with blurry eyes and seeing the various ales cups among the tables those eyes widened and took on a terrible focus. “Beeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrr!” They screeched stumbling over themselves to get at the drink that seemed to make them grow stronger and more unruly.  One smashed an empty mug over old Grimly’s bald palate before snatching up the dwarf’s and guzzling it down.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Gremlins.jpg)</div>