<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MN7LXHg.png?1)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Tavern Wench Talia<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Barn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All of you!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Alright Tali, drinks for everyone! wait wait... alright yeah, drinks for everyone<em>currently</em>here right now" Bastion declared, and Talia chuckled. The amendment seemed a hasty second-thought that had been borne of a previous experience of being more generous than pockets allowed.<br/><br/><strong>"Sure thing, BJ,"</strong>the wench said with a smile just as Henrick began rolling in casks.<strong>"Oooh, Anna's goodies!"</strong>The waitress was a flurry of movement, helping to roll maneuver the new flavors to the corner. She left to the kitchen to acquire to dish a bowl of stew, chat idly with the cook, and acquire a new stack of mugs. With full hands, Talia exit the kitchen and smiled at all of the new patrons.<br/><br/><strong>"Hello Anna, hello Myrina!"</strong>Like Bastion, the women had been a boon to the town since arriving.<strong>"I can't wait to try out your new brew, Anna! BJ just generously offered drinks to everyone in the bar; I'm sure they're all eager to try out something other than Henrick's Swamp Spirit. I don't know how you convinced him to do it - he didn't even want to spend for <em>fire ale.</em>"</strong>Truthfully, Talia had never tried fire ale, but it was the first thing newcomers tended to ask for, no matter which direction they originally hailed from. Henrick refused to import anything - local products only! Perhaps Anna had been here long enough for Henrick to accept her as a local.<br/><br/>Talia gave Bastion a mischievous grin. Neither Anna nor Myrina had been here when she* had made the offer, but she had learned that there was a deep warmth that spread throughout the tavern wench when watching the Witch become flustered with the unexpected, so Talia made gentle attempts to do so at every opportunity. There was little opportunity for small talk. Talia was a flurry of twisting skirts and bouncing breasts as she ran ovals around the long tables to quickly disperse the daily sustenance. As she came back with full cups of randomly selected cinnamon dragonspit, she halted in her tracks quite suddenly, eyes opening wide in surprise - she finally noticed the Orc on the floor.<br/><br/>There was no hesitation. She turned all of her attention to Myrina and recited:<strong>"No quarry, prey, bounties, commissions, prisoners, experiments, experimental drugs, spores, faeries, wild animals, companion animals, familiars, summons, monster eggs, unidentified organisms, or children allowed on the premises!"</strong>she said in a single breath, her face flushing with the effort. If there was any justice, there was a special spot in Hell for Orcs.<strong>"You know better!"</strong>Every few months, a new item was added to the list as the Barn experienced a new unpleasantness due to the magical mayhem that had spread throughout the region.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">*Talia thinks Bastion is a <del>lady</del> woman.</span>