Adelaine smiled back at the elf, "Why thank ya kindly sir! I can assure ya yur kindness will not beh goin' ta waste! Now don't cha fret, I'll be aright back over wit dat ale you's desiren'." She walked back over to the bar where her boss waited expectedly.
"Well, what's he want?" The burly man asked.
"He asked for our strongest ale boss. And wuld ya mind holdin' on ta this nice tip for meh?" She handed him the two silvers. Gosh darn, she'd come to trust that boss of hers! She'd only been working for him for what, four years? It was a shame she'd have to leave shortly. There were already rumors running wild around the town of how she hadn't seem to age a day.
"Ok, I've got the ale here. Bring it on over to the man pronto." Her boss stated as he handed her a frothy mug of beer. "Now don't even think of tasting that stuff. You've already had too much for the night." He smiled at Adeliane, who was looking a bit guilty. She had been considering sneaking a sip. It seemed he'd come to know her pretty well. He glanced towards the door and noticed the new comer. "After you deliver the elf his drink, see to the new customer. They seem a little confused about the fact that you sit down in a bar."
Laughing Adelaine spun around and headed towards the elf. She was halted by a tall man who towered over her. "Won't you come and, uh, entertain me tonight, Adelaine." He said, winking at his friends who hooted and hollered in response.
"Well I'd sure luv ta Bryan, but I just ain't that drunk yet. Maybe you'll have betta luck with dat plant." Suddenly the man's friends hoots and hollars were directed at him. Adelaine walked around him and set a course for the elf's table. She may be easy by some girl's standards, but she was not bedding that ogre! He had a reputation for being rough, and not in a good way. The girls that made the mistake of going to a room with him usually left bruised. Yup, it would take a few more strong drinks for Adelaine to even consider going any where with the likes of him.
"Sorry 'bout the wait mista. 'Fraid I got stopped along da way. Here's dat drink ya ordered. A good glass o' da taverns finest. Enjoy!" She took the coins from the elf that paid for the beer and went to look after the new costumer.
"Well hullo dere sir! Why don't cha back away from dat door and find yurself a seat. Once ya do dat I'll be mighty happy ta get cha whatever ya heart desires." She stood smiling as the job required, waiting for the man to move. Instead he stood there looking at her. Gee, what's with this guy. He's got to do something sometime! Perhaps if she was sober she would have put a little more thought into the fact that he seemed so focused on her.
"You are Adelaine, correct?" He asked. She nodded, forcing herself to keep smiling. She hoped he would hurry up, he was starting to get on her nerves. He smiled, though she could barely tell from the shadow beneath his hood. “Well I know what I want, miss. The secret to the Sorcerer’s stone if you don’t mind.� He suddenly lunged forward, obviously planning on grabbing her. She stood in shock, how could he know about the stone? Her face was white, and between her distress and the drunken fog in her mind, she couldn’t get her body to react.