A Busy Night [Open]

Moth descended the stairs from the upper level of The White Spider, leaving her room to get to work. It was a busy night, she noticed, as she stepped into the tavern, all the tables filled and the patrons chattering away. She quickly tied an apron about her waist, picking up a tray of food, sitting at the bar.

"Table six," The bartender, an old werebeast, grunted at her. She nodded, carrying it off in that direction.

As she slipped in between tables and chairs, dodging moving patrons, she picked up bits of the conversation. Most of it concerned the "beasts" that were currently terrorizing the kingdom-how scared some of the townfolks were, how one of the beasts had been spotted in the Vald Forest, how some were planning on going out and slaying the beasts for the grand rewards being offered.

She always gave a quick roll of her eyes at the latter of such comments-it was always the regulars who said such things, who had been saying it every night since the king had put a price on the beasts' heads. She was growing a bit tired of it, really-if they weren't actually going to go out and do it, then they should stop yammering on about the whole thing.

She shook her head, focusing back on the task she had at hand. She set down the meals in front of the pair of patrons sitting at table six along with their drinks, before she was beckoned by another patron.