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Post by Asher LeBeau on Mar 29, 2011 18:39:25 GMT -5
The woman was clearing out the last of the brawling patrons of the tavern, cleaning off the tables with a rag before getting a broom out to sweep up the broken glass that littered the floor after a brawl. It was another one of those days, dealing with the men coming back from the fields, grumpy about the work being done now with planting and wanting a drink and some attention from the barmaids.
Well, most of them could hardly be called barmaids, she mused as she straightened a few tables amid the noise of the tavern. Trouble makers were always kicked out while the rest got to stay and enjoy a few more beers and swap stories. Asher loved her bar and tavern more than most realized and never hesitated to get involved in anything that threatened it, earning her quite the reputation. |
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