Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190218061847/@comment-38232361-20190713194821

Brianna storms into the backroom of the tavern, picking up empty cups, bowls and plates on her way there.

"Oi! Where'z uz goin'? We needz more grog!" The inebriated High Orc calls out to her, earning more shouts of agreement from her drunken friends. She growls as she pushes open the door and puts the dirty dishes in the sink. She takes off her apron and throws it to a young wererabbit who just arrived.

"Table ten wants two specials and two of the signature drinks, table four wants refills and whatever you do, don't give the orcs anything until they pay for two kegs first! If you'll excuse me, I have to go to the guard house."

A succubus with a rather butch demeanor leans over from the kitchen and calls out, "That boy of yours at it again Brie?"

"Who else Sal." Brianna calls back as she grabs her bag and leaves out the back. She walks around the building and down an alleyway to where Benvolio was waiting. "Lead the way!"