Score! Laura slipped the huge tip into her small pouch on the front of her belt, and curtsied to the little halfling. "If there's anything else you need, mistress. Please, just call." Then, with what she hoped was a professional, yet warm, smile, she shifted back into the hustle and bustle of the crowd - stopping suddenly to a patron collapse to the floor in front of her, and then smoothly hopping over him. A few more twists and she was by the table of the latest newcomer.<br/><br/>"What can I get you, sir?" Laura may have been on the only girl at the Quiver and Scythe to bother with manners, but she was convinced it kept at least some of the grasping hands away.