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The serving girl almost choked as Namara made her request. She made her way into the kitchen and soon returned with a mug of hot water and a platter of bread and cheese. She then looked at Namara "Sorry no tea hun but the hot water we got. No olives or nuts either." she said as she set the platter down.
The serving girl burst out in laughter as she slaps Dorin upon his strong dwarven shoulder. "Put ye coin away. I am just having some fun with ye. Whoever this G. fellow is he already left coin to pay whomever's bill that showed up this morning. If I was going to charge ye don't ye think I would have got the payment up front like in most taverns?"
Making her back over to the dwarves table for the third round of drinks the serving girl this time stands over the table "Not before ye fine lads go off and drink the entire morning away. I need to know which of ye is paying? Cause dishes not be getting done on their own and them mugs of mead ain't free." She then turns her attention to Grommund "And I be needing something for the floor space ye took up last night. nearly had three fine ladies trip over your ass. Just because we are the most popular inn in Waterdeep don't be meaning we take charity. My boss will be along any minute and he gonna be wanting to square the books." "And if ye be wanting to go down that hole over there and throw your life away, well I can't help you there. No one goes down or comes up without Durman's approval. Plus he's the only one to get that lift contraption to work anyway. Will tell you though, cost a gold to go down and a gold to come up." she says as she waits for an answer.
The serving girl watches as Haven turns pale and looks ill. She hurries over with a ceramic carafe and a clean glass. She sits it down in front of the small girl and pours a clear liquid into the glass from the carafe. "Don't worry girl, I have seen that look a thousand times before. It's the look ye get when the night has been too harsh and ye about to make a mess for me to be cleaning up." she chuckles and holds the glass out to Haven "Drink up girl. It will make ye feel a tons better. I promise. It is me own special recipe." Haven sips the sharp, clear liquid in the cup. It smelled a bit like roses and a bit like licorice. The serving girl says "A couple of sips of that and you will feel as right as rain." as she goes over to tend to the others.
Bringing drinks to the table and some rather reheated looking chicken stew "G? Well that's kind of vague don't you think?"
The serving girl overhears Mischa's request as she brings Newt's order to his table. Nodding nervously at the elf as if to confirm she heard the order but never approaching the table she heads back off to the kitchen. She returns a short while later with the bread and cheese platter, it is quite bountiful and sits it on the corner table. "Darly says it is on the house." she gestures toward the woman at the bar. She then turns to Lord Casimir blushingly and says in a whispered voice.... "And Miss Darly would like to know if the wizard's apprentice seated over by the bar is with you guys? She is quite concerned as she has brandished a weapon of some sort. If she is not with you she would like you to escort her out of the inn." With that she returns to the kitchen, never making eye contact with Mischa.
"Ok, Ok. Got it. Fruit Stout and Berkclay's Platter." the serving girl says not even looking at Newt but rather at Casimir. Almost tripping over herself. "Coming right up." she stammers as she rushes off to the kitchen looking back over her shoulder the entire time at Lord Casimir. On her way to the kitchen she bumps into Darly one of the sisters that run the inn. Darly calmly settles her down and sends her on her way.
The serving girl tries her best to understand the fast talking gnome.... "So you want a Berkclay? and some fruit? Or was that some fruit in your Berkclay?" She then apologizes for her troubles.. "I am just filling in today. Since that thing took my cousin Dayl yesterday things have been chaotic at best, I'm not even sure how Darly and Dayla can even keep the doors to this place open with their sister being carried off by that brute. Only the gods know what has become of her or what that thing has done to her. Probably done ate her by now. I hear that some locals gonna go up there and torch the place today. Can't say I blame 'em myself, but I wouldn't want to be the one to come face to face with no giant thang." After Lord Casimir enters she becomes fixated on him.... "Is that, that Lord Casimir La Frond." she swoons.
After awhile the serving girl returns from the kitchen and approaches the table that Newt is sitting at. She introduces herself. "Hello, my name is Natasha and I will be your server this morning." she says politely and with a big smile. She then slides you a chalk slate menu and then simply ask. "So what will you be drinking this morning, sir?" The young girl glances quickly over in Micha's direction but quickly snaps her head back to Newt. Stepping over one step to put her back to Mischa's table. "So what will it be?"
A young servant girl, maybe about 15 with a dark complexion and braids in her hair comes over toward your table. She is kind of stand offish and boyish in appearance as she approaches your table, pausing momentarily to gather her courage on approaching the table with the Witch of the Woods seated at it. She then hurries over. "Good morning. I will be your server, Natasha is my name." she says quickly and hurriedly. She then sits down a chalkboard like slate with some writing on it. "I'll be back momentarily to take your order." she says again in a rushed scared tone. She then runs off to the kitchen at quite a fast pace. The chalkboard menu reads:
The serving girl quickly takes the coins from Saedue and drops them in her pouch. "The kitchen works really fast and we are so crowded they are making stuff up in advance so we can get it out almost instantly. I fear however that we will run out of everything by this nights end." she says in a polite but direct tone. "and Honestly Ma'am I think everyone in the entire place is either looking to hire help or signing their life away on those contracts. The priest at the Grand Mausoleum have a deadline that all entries must be submitted by 8:00pm this evening. Which is almost three hours from now so just try not to get over run by all the last minute sign ups." she pauses to take a breath and then leans in closer. In a soft tone she whispers "I would imagine that there are at least 50 or more teams already signed up. I can't believe our lady of the graves is going to be anything but unhappy with the swarm of brutes stealing from her tombs. I personally can not believe that the high priestess actually is going along with this." Mechanics: Saedue - 4 Silver
Ata hurries over to Bjoern's table as soon as she gets a moment. Listening to his request she replies. "Us serving girls don't handle the lodging." she smiles. "You will have to take that up with Mr. Farhaan." she says as points to the man behind the bar. "He handles all that sort of stuff. We just handle the food and spirits." she says as she buses your table and heads for the kitchen.
The serving girl eventually makes her way to your table and then listens intently to your order. Then rushing off to the kitchen and then to the bar where you can see her dip your water from a well located at the end of the bar. She then rushes back over to your table. Placing down the platter of fruit and cheese you also notice that there are large stuffed olives on the platter as well. She then sits down your water, surprisingly you can see condensation already forming on the cup. The water is actually cold, you think to yourself that the well must run pretty deep to bring water to the surface this cold. It has a strong mineral odor to it that catches against your nostrils before even taking a sip. The cheese however is warm and *muh* the fruit is an intriguing blend of apple, large stuffed olives, and pomegranate, Also on the plate are pears, peaches, almonds and cherries. Surprisingly fresh and the olives may be the best you have ever had. With only 1 or 2 of each item on the assorted platter it makes each item a delicacy to taste and then they are gone and you move to the next. In Saedue's exploration of the food she forgot that her waitress was still standing there. "Will there be anything else?" the serving girl asks.
The serving girl nods in appreciation and then slips the coins from the Ulfen into her pouch, moving off to serve the next customer. Arriving at the table occupied by Dumah she takes his order and hurriedly heads to the kitchen, she returns shortly with two common ales and a bowl of stew with crusty bread. The stew looks kinda thick like it may be close to the bottom of the pot, this might be pretty good. The serving girl takes the coins from the table and drops them in her pouch. She turns to run off to another patron but turns back around to face Dumah and rummaging around in her apron she pulls out a clean rag and hands it to Dumah. "For your head Mr. Dwarf, I can help with the sweat part. For the second, I recommend staying out of the sun and drinking plenty of liquids. Guess I can help there, too. But if I was you I would get out of all that heavy armor, the lottery is not till tomorrow and it is way to hot out here to be wrapped in a metal oven." With that she hurries off to her next customer. Mechanics:
The serving girl smiles.... and hurries off to the kitchen area. A few moments later she comes back with a bowl of stew and a mug of common ale. The food more common fare than anything remotely hinting at upscale. The common Ale rather warm and watered down. Obviously the Tooth & Hookah was a rather low end common joint however it did not hold the ruffians and thugs that one one expect. "Here at the Hookah we expect payment on delivery for all items from the kitchen area. If you would like to run a tab you will have to see Farhaan up at the bar. He owns the place. My name is Ata and it is a pleasure serving you." she says as she looks down at the double helping of crusty bread on your plate and smiles shyly. "Your total is 2.5 silvers please." she says as she waits for your response.
After a few minutes a serving girl makes her way to Bjoern's table, she is a young girl, probably around 17 or so and has dark smooth skin and her black hair is in tiny braids, she is dressed in a very thin sheer outfit that is both revealing yet tasteful. After hearing your request she looks at you awkwardly. "Not from around here either are you?" she then slips a small green slate board with chalk writing on it from her apron and sits it on the table in front of the Ulfen. "We have common ale, fancy ale, pumpkin spice ale, and imported dwarven stout. None of it comes by the keg and it is all served by mug." she says as she points to the chalkboard menu. she then continues "We also have wine, common, local mixed berry and aged." she then moves on to the selections resembling stew and continues "Would you like your stew with or without the crusty bread?"
Ata takes your coin and tells you "Might be a few minutes, she's in the middle of a performance." She slips the silver from your hand and into her pouch.
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