Laura nodded at the diminutive woman and headed back towards the bar, weaving her way expertly through the throng of grasping hands. "Another halfling pint." She said to her brother, who was manning the taps this evening. He rolled his eyes as he filled another of the specially made miniature tankards.<br/><br/>"Damn little people should drink from real sized mugs." Tupper muttered.<br/><br/>"I don't know, more trips mean more tips for me." Laura grinned. "Speaking of more, any idea why it's so busy tonight?"<br/><br/>"Nope." He grunted. Her eldest brother never been cheerful, exactly, and all the people weren't helping his mood. "But speaking of tips, you're going to want to hurry up here." Tupper slapped the mini mug onto Laura's tray and shooed her back in to roiling mass of the common room.<br/><br/>Another circuit, and one or two orders and pinches later, Laura set the new ale in front of the cheerful halfing, sweeping up the empty in the same motion. "There you go, mistress. Will there be anything else?" Out of the corner of her eye she saw yet another newcomer trying to get her attention - tonight was going to be busy.