10-10-2015, 02:49 AM
"Regular, comin' right up." A response which involved carrying his newly-cleaned tankard over to towering barrels, amber liquids soon filling its hull. This process included giving some old spigot three, hard pounds of the hand and forcing its handle to turn. Whatever struggle endured came with favorable results as glass clanked onto the counter area in front of Gen-mu. Seconds later and a plate heaped with roasted boar flesh laid before him, drizzled with oils and fragrant spices. Bent pieces of silverware dropped beside everything else. All of it was mapped out in a haphazard manner, though looked delicious. Time to dig in.
Following his exemplary customer service, the tavener idly leaned his back against a different ledge and busied himself with scrubbing down more dishes. "It might lose its charm if we go an' class it up," he'd quip. "Makin' this place up means dipping into our funds, and dipping into our funds mean up-charging. Food, drinks, girls; they'd cost ya more than what you're willing to spend. Then, everyone will turn to somewhere else dumpier than this joint, but has great prices." Something between a chuckle and grunt erupted from him. "I'm better off like this."
"Story? Nah, there's not much to it other than inheriting the place from an old, old man who taught me just enough to get started."
That crater of a missing eye stared over at at the lupine for countless seconds. No words spoken, and a beaten-up envelope was scooted over to where the lad sat at. "Dunno if you're the right guy or not, but maybe ya should take a look at it. See where that'll get ya."
Following his exemplary customer service, the tavener idly leaned his back against a different ledge and busied himself with scrubbing down more dishes. "It might lose its charm if we go an' class it up," he'd quip. "Makin' this place up means dipping into our funds, and dipping into our funds mean up-charging. Food, drinks, girls; they'd cost ya more than what you're willing to spend. Then, everyone will turn to somewhere else dumpier than this joint, but has great prices." Something between a chuckle and grunt erupted from him. "I'm better off like this."
"Story? Nah, there's not much to it other than inheriting the place from an old, old man who taught me just enough to get started."
That crater of a missing eye stared over at at the lupine for countless seconds. No words spoken, and a beaten-up envelope was scooted over to where the lad sat at. "Dunno if you're the right guy or not, but maybe ya should take a look at it. See where that'll get ya."
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