Post by ShadowCatJen on Jan 29, 2009 17:14:23 GMT -5
((Based on this post here: Piergeiron's speech))
Mynian raised the tray a bit over her head as she squeezed through a pair of groups that stood, chatted, and drank. She brought the food and drink laden tray over to a far table where a set travelers sat.
"'ere yeh go, gents. Sorry fer tha wait," she began giving the appropriate drink and food to each of them. "We only got one cook 'n 'e ain't quite used ta 'avin' this sort o' constant crowd 'ere."
"Quite alright, miss. We feel lucky to have found one place that still had some sort of seating," one of them responded. "Yours was the sixth place we tried that did not turn us away or had a long line."
She only offered a smile and a nod at that. Once she was finished serving them she gave another smile to them.
"Ifn yeh gents need anythin' else yeh jus' give me a holler, aye?"
A general murmuring of "aye" or "of course" came across to her before she heard Edwin rumble out, "Next order!"
She squeezed herself through the crowds again and got to a slightly harried looking Edwin. Though he was abashed for bothering "Miss Copperhand" with it, he was right, he did need help. She admonished him for not sending for her earlier when no other help could be found.
The crowd was almost constant and even though they had no sign in front, people managed to find the Lecher just for the sheer fact of seeing people coming out of it's door. When the Lecher, even with it's slightly macabre decor, was found to serve food and drink it settled the matter for most people to stay.
As she took the next tray of food and drink out she inwardly thanked Tymora for making her decide to try for barmaid work all those moonturnings ago. Because of it she found no trouble working through the crowds, keeping track of the orders, and still managing to serve folks with a smile while not loosing her head for being so busy.
Piergeiron, she mused to herself. Well me donna know tha measure o' yeh, deary, but it be damn sure tha' Waukeen 'as yeh named blessed. Whotever yeh got ta say, there be no merchant, tavern, 'r innkeep whot be cursin' yeh name roit now.
With the slightly amused thought in mind she continued to serve the patrons.
Mynian raised the tray a bit over her head as she squeezed through a pair of groups that stood, chatted, and drank. She brought the food and drink laden tray over to a far table where a set travelers sat.
"'ere yeh go, gents. Sorry fer tha wait," she began giving the appropriate drink and food to each of them. "We only got one cook 'n 'e ain't quite used ta 'avin' this sort o' constant crowd 'ere."
"Quite alright, miss. We feel lucky to have found one place that still had some sort of seating," one of them responded. "Yours was the sixth place we tried that did not turn us away or had a long line."
She only offered a smile and a nod at that. Once she was finished serving them she gave another smile to them.
"Ifn yeh gents need anythin' else yeh jus' give me a holler, aye?"
A general murmuring of "aye" or "of course" came across to her before she heard Edwin rumble out, "Next order!"
She squeezed herself through the crowds again and got to a slightly harried looking Edwin. Though he was abashed for bothering "Miss Copperhand" with it, he was right, he did need help. She admonished him for not sending for her earlier when no other help could be found.
The crowd was almost constant and even though they had no sign in front, people managed to find the Lecher just for the sheer fact of seeing people coming out of it's door. When the Lecher, even with it's slightly macabre decor, was found to serve food and drink it settled the matter for most people to stay.
As she took the next tray of food and drink out she inwardly thanked Tymora for making her decide to try for barmaid work all those moonturnings ago. Because of it she found no trouble working through the crowds, keeping track of the orders, and still managing to serve folks with a smile while not loosing her head for being so busy.
Piergeiron, she mused to herself. Well me donna know tha measure o' yeh, deary, but it be damn sure tha' Waukeen 'as yeh named blessed. Whotever yeh got ta say, there be no merchant, tavern, 'r innkeep whot be cursin' yeh name roit now.
With the slightly amused thought in mind she continued to serve the patrons.