As the last of the sunlight fled from the skies, Halisstra heard a call from the kitchen. "Girl! Pickup for the table by the fireplace!" The innkeeper yelled. She sighs and wove thru the thinning crowd to pickj up the order. The tray held several platters of nearly raw meat and four pitchers of ale. She carefully lifted it to her shoulder and walked thru the tables to the large one by the fireplace. There were several nonhuman people there, so she was careful to not spill the ale or meat. Her hands deftly slip the platters off onto the table and fill the mugs.<br/><br/>Then she took the coins, slipping them into her apron pocket and went back to the bar. Her eyes looking over the taproom. Good. Her section was done and the other barmaids did not need her help. Sighing quietly, she went into the kitchen to start washing dishes. That task was never done. Unfortunately. With her hands deep in the hot wash water, she thought of the pregnant barmaids. She knew how they'd gotten pregnant. Everyone did even if it was not talked about much. And she knew that they had noticed that she had never been with anyone. Male or female and was staying slender.<br/><br/>Shrugging, she went to it and quickly finished the dishes. Halisstra was crying the last when the innkeeper popped his head back into the kitchen. "Girl, the table by the fireplace wants a refill. Four pitchers."<br/><br/>She nodded resignedly and got four full pitchers and took them to the table. Depositing them there, she swept the empties onto her tray and started back to the bar with them. Avoiding the rougher crowd.