Avery pushed some stray brown hairs out of her eyes and walked over to the bar. A few new strangers had entered into the bar but it was really no never mind to her, the atmosphere was still jovial and she still had some silver in her pocket. Enough for a drink or two more, but not enough for a room. Well, not yet anyway. Passing through the smokey hase and up to the counter, Avery ordered a pint from a harried barkeep. The drink came, the barkeep was off balance and knocked the elbow of a dark haired man. The man turned sharply and looked at the barkeep. His drink hadn't been spilled, but had disturbed the man's revery. The barkeep said sorry and rushed back to work, while the man returned to his former postion. Avery took a drink from her mug.
"Busy night tonight! You seem like a new face to the inn."
Avery said, meaning to distract the man, hopefully long enough to lift a few coins off of him...
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~~Your finger hired the crew?
~No, that's silly. The man who lives in my finger hired the crew, Mr. Bimbol.
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