Sighing lightly, and mopping her brow against the sweat of the late summer afternoon, Ilene Ranheld set down her broom and leaned against the bar.  The long, polished oak bar in the<em>Lady's Flask</em>was gleaming, courtesy of a fair amount of elbow grease put in by Ilene earlier that day.  True, the day was young yet, and there were not that many customers at the moment, but just last week a group of adventurers had passed through heading out on a journey, and if they were going to the same general area that most did, they'd be arriving back into town later this evening.  And if she knew adventurers, she knew they'd be stopping in the tavern on their way through.<br/><br/>Looking down at herself, Ilene fussed with her clothing a little, making sure she was still in presentable shape.  She was wearing the same outfit that seemed to be worn by barmaids the world over; a low cut, frilly white blouse, that showed off a lot of her buxom figure, a green corset and dress, and a white apron over that.  Flicking her auburn braid over one shoulder, and satisfied that she hadn't yet spilled anything on herself, she went to get a mug of ale for one of the regulars that had just come in the door.  The evening crowd might not be here yet, but that doesn't mean she didn't have a job to do.