IC: Welcome to Morvale
The young woman smiles at Alkin, standing attentively across the bar under the watchful gaze of the older man. She is dressed in simple clothing, brown cloth skirt and a similarly worn but comfortable looking shirt.
“Of course sir,” she says, looking to the old man briefly who gives a slight shrug of his shoulders before turning and heading through the door into the kitchen. The girl starts pulling pints as she speaks <Blue>“My pa’ has gone to check what food is fresh today for you sir, but I hope you’ll enjoy our ale, it’s brewed here by my father. We’ve usually some stewed vegetables or soup, but if you’re lucky there’ll be some mutton or goat maybe.”
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She puts the first few tankards on the bar top, and returns to the pump, “I’m Helina by the way, my pa, he’s Stanner and my ma’ works the kitchen she’s Gerta.” With that she places the other two ales on the bar. Four copper please… If you don’t mind me asking, where are you from?” She smiles shyly at Alkin, but her eyes drift to Jabari more than once, a nervousness about her when she does.
[OOC: You notice everything here seems threadbare, as if it's on it's last legs. You are the only customers here so far, but it is morning.]