Tavern-ie st00f!

The Tavern was buzzing with activity. It had been out of business for years but with the reopening customers have flocked to the Tavern, Travellers stop by, Locals come and drink to let the days problems wash away. Not to say there won't be any fights of course but there are guards to -try- and break them up.

Today it's raining outside, Raining fairly heavily and the warm fire seems to keep everyone inside for the time being. Orcs and Humans alike from the area flock to the Tavern for shelter and drinks.

A young farmer walks into the tavern, looking around. He walks up to the bar, looking at the Bartender.

"Hello, friend... I assume this is the place for a good drink?"

Spoiler:

He takes a seat at a bar, and looks at the people around the tavern.

((i hope i didn't misunderstand how this all is supposed to be done... I'd hate to end up embarassing myself cause I did it completely wrong or something x_x))

The Bartender replied "Why yes you have come to the right place, What would you like?"

((Nah you're doing it right. Btw peepz i'm controlling the bar and other randoms that seem to be in the bar that aren't people.))

"Hmm... Alright, I'll take a flagon of mead... So, what's new? A bit wet out there..."

He points over his shoulder with his thumb as he says 'out there'

The Bartender would do his things to get the Flagon of Mead while speaking

"It is ae. Bit of a shame really."

He would push the Flagon towards the farmer with one hand.

"Five copper coins"

He takes the flagon with one hand, reaching into his pocket and dropping a handful of copper coins on the bar with the other.

"Much appreciated... Names Garrit, by the way..."

A quite muscular and young boy enters after kicking off the dirt from his boots.
He looks through the tavern as his hair fell before his eyes, him placing it behind his headband.
His eyes run to the bartender while walking towards him, yet waiting behind Garrit for his turn.

He looks over his shoulder.

"Huh... You need something?"

He takes a drink of his mead.

"Just want to buy a drink, sadly enough I can't do that since you already have your drink and still standing in the line to get a drink.." He said sort of.. laughing.

((I"z sitting at a stool... also, people line up for drinks at bars?))

( Ah nvm then.. Read that wrong. )

The Bartender looks up to the new arrival "What would you like?"

He glances up at the bartender before nodding politely. "I visited a lot of taverns .. they all have flagons of mead, ordinary ales and all that stuff.. You got any special for me?" He said laughing afterwards.

The Bartender would reach under the bar and pull out various alcohols and flavours and mixing them into a single drink "How's this?." He would then pass the drink over to the man.

The mysterious man took the drink, sipping. "Ah.. that's pretty good.." He nods, giving the man a few silver coins. "I hope this is enough?"

The Bartender would take the silver coins "Aye, This'll do, want anythin' else?"

"Nae thanks.." He sat down at the bar, keeping sipping and so on.

"Aight" The Bartender would go to serve other customers

Another man entered the tavern, being wet from the rain. He stood in the doorway, scanning the room with his eyes, before walking towards the bar with big steps, waiting until the bartender would notice him.

The Bartender would finish up serving a man before approaching the new arrival. "What can i get you?."

"Something strong... I traveled all day" the man said, already reaching his hand in his pocket.

The Bartender pulled out a bottle from under the bar and poored it into a standard glass then passed it to the man "Ten copper please, mate."

The man took 10 copper out his pocket and gave it. After that he said: "Thanks, man."He sipped from his glass, letting out a soft cough, and walked towards the fire, warming his hands on the hot air, while he kept an eye on the bartender.

The Bartender continued serving customers and people in the Tavern were getting rather restless shortly after a fight broke out and a large amount of people spilled into the brawl as the guards tried to break it up and the Bartender waited for it to calm down before yelling incoherent swears and insults at the people in the fight before they were dragged outside. It was silent and the Bartender sighed and leant on the bar waiting for another customer.

At this moment a rather short man came in, he had a serious look on his face and carried 2 corpses of pheasants. He walked straight too the bartender and asked:
"Give me something that burn in my throat but not too strong, I still gotta get home with my meal" He points at the 2 pheasants.