Happy Hour!
Tavi had fully intended to spend his time in the Bar today writing letters home--it wasn't work, it was relaxing and invigorating, it made him happy to actually get in touch with his family, and it would save time, there were no downsides--but when he wandered up to the Bar to request his usual ale, meal, and bread with oil, a note popped up.
He stared a moment and raised an eyebrow--then grinned boyishly and half-bowed towards the Bar. "No reason why not," he said cheerfully. Sure, he would have to write his letters later, but crows it had been a while since he'd gotten to do this.
So now there is a young man relaxing behind the Bar when he's not serving, and with the specials of the night in neat, precise handwriting. Sure, they're more or less the same specials he always does, but at least it's reliable.
Specials
Ale
Firewine / Icewine
Cider - plain or alcoholic
And if he's quietly listening in on any conversations he isn't involved in... well, he certainly isn't giving any sign of it. (It's been too long since he practiced.)
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He stared a moment and raised an eyebrow--then grinned boyishly and half-bowed towards the Bar. "No reason why not," he said cheerfully. Sure, he would have to write his letters later, but crows it had been a while since he'd gotten to do this.
So now there is a young man relaxing behind the Bar when he's not serving, and with the specials of the night in neat, precise handwriting. Sure, they're more or less the same specials he always does, but at least it's reliable.
Specials
Ale
Firewine / Icewine
Cider - plain or alcoholic
And if he's quietly listening in on any conversations he isn't involved in... well, he certainly isn't giving any sign of it. (It's been too long since he practiced.)
[ooc: open to all!]