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'Two pints over here!' yelled a voice from the left side of the bar, 'Another here barkeep!' yelled another at the opposing end.

"Yes yes, keep your breaches on, I'm moving as fast as I can" A spritely orange haired Lightning shouted over the clamor that was the tavern. He had taken up a job in one of Oba's drinking houses to get a few coins to continue his travels.

The young lightning bustled around behind the bar, grabbing mugs and tilling them from the taps that were requested. He was dressed in a lighter tan shirt and darker colored vest. His usual orchid accessory tied around his neck. Vibrant violet eyes scanned the tavern for anyone else who needed something. The barmaids were making their rounds, picking up and dropping off dishes to be washed and reused. Some tavern goers had their own pints, not wanting to share the same as another patron.

"Two pints," He said sliding the two mugs down the bartop before pouring the other and sending in the opposing direction.

Taking a moment to catch his breath he grabbed a rag that was laying just behind the counter and started drying mugs for the next round of patrons that were sure to start filing in. It was getting to be around supper time, the hot sun was starting to slide behind the buildings and the air started to cool. People were starting to get off work and he was sure there would be a lot of mouths to feed and thirsts to quench.

'Look alive newbie, shifts not over. It's only just beginning' clipped one of the seasoned barmaids as she dropped off a tray filled with dirty mugs. Owaen groaned at the pile, weren't there another shift? Was he the only one to man the bar this day? Slugging on he was going to finish this day even if it killed him!

The new voice rose over the din of the rest of the tavern. Someone new was calling out for an ale. Turning his head, he spied the new face that sat down the bar. Plucking a pint mug from the tray of others, he poured a healthy helping of the amber colored liquor into the container. His normal routine of sliding the pint down the counter top was halted as something tipped an inner feeling that this new person needed more than just a drink.

"One ale for you." He said placing the mug down before the woman who looked like something didn't go exactly their way.

There were other things that he wanted to say, but he wasn't too sure if it was his place to say them. While he could see the frustration in how she was sitting and the look on her face. But was he really the one to tell someone else that there was never an answer at the bottom of the ale keg? His thoughts were tugged away as someone else shouted for a refill and he had to scurry off to get the order. He would of course return again, clean mug and cloth in hand.

"Day not going the greatest?" He inquired as those around seemed in higher spirits besides this one small spot of black clouds.