[Location: Elandria, The Leaky Barrel]
The waitress by the bar table finished gathering the scattered plates and mugs onto the counter, her delicate Elven fingers moving with practiced efficiency despite the tremor that ran through them…
The Leaky Barrel, despite its rough exterior and questionable clientele, was known for its surprisingly efficient service.
Or, at least, it usually was. Tonight, however, the Elven waitress seemed to be having a particularly difficult time.
She fumbled with mugs, tripped over her own feet, and spilled drinks with alarming regularity.
It was clear to even the most inebriated patron that this was no seasoned server, but a novice, and a rather clumsy one at that.
She had just about managed to gather the shattered remnants of a drunken brawl when a gruff voice startled her, causing her to nearly drop the tray she was carrying.
