Laughing as she made her way around the tavern at a joke the bartender told her, Farla gathered up some dirty cups from one of the tables. Looking around the place was pretty much deserted, but that was expected so early in the day. Heading back to the bar she noticed that there was one lone person drinking still, dropping the dishes off on the counter she ignored the man grumbling about how she always left them there.<br/><br/>Grabbing a pitcher, she walked over to the lone drinker, smiling cheerfully Farla stood at the front of the table. "Would you like a refill sir?" Shaking the container for emphasis she waited for his answer.