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Date: 06 May, evening
Location: Bar
Status: Public (Dustfinger)
Summary: Dustfinger goes to the bar


Dustfinger was bored from waiting that a Silvertongue arrived to the manor.

He still had the money from Arty, so he he thought could go and drink a glass at the bar.

He went in the bar and took a barstool by the counter.

Comments

[feuerschlucker]

"I mean it." Dustfinger said. "And I'll think about it."

He looked around the room. "How many people come here that do not live in the hotel?"

[josephdawson]

Joe shrugged. "Some do, but not too many. I think the hotel may have a bit of a reputation for... odd... inhabitants."

[feuerschlucker]

"Really?" Dustfinger asked. He thought about it. Yes, some of the people here were strange.

"I guess you're right," he admitted."Why do you need anyone at all then?"

[josephdawson]

Joe came around the counter, letting Dustfinger see his cane and his gait. "I'm not too good with serving tables," he said. "I can't use both hands for carrying trays and sometimes it gets hard to balance one - especially if it's very full or during those hours when the room is pretty crowded. I'm much better behind the bar."

[feuerschlucker]

Something close to pity stirred in Dustfinger. The man had a hard job, tending his bar and waiting tables, when he was obviously not in best health. He wondered what had happened to him. Had he been a soldier? Soldiers returned home with all kinds of injuries. That was the same here as well as back home.

[josephdawson]

Joe knew the expression that crossed Dustfinger's face.

"You don't need to feel obliged," he told him quickly. "I've been running bars and pubs for over a decade. I can handle it."

[silverfox]

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