It was raining outside. The sound of the fat water drops hitting the roof was muffled in the clatter of the tavern. It seemed many people had taken shelter and used it as an excuse to have an ale while waiting out the storm. The small, green haired barmaid was filling drink orders left and right while an old satyr with scars littering his form chatted up some of the patrons over the strumming of a traveling bard. It wasn't quite so bustling every day, but it was a welcome boost in gold. The satyr who owned d the establishment wasn't about to complain, even if the barmaid would.
The barmaid was agile, at least, running around the tavern like a madwoman and filling as many requests as possible. A courier stopped in, drenched from the rain and delivered the newest stack of posters for the tavern's Bounty Board. When the patrons requests had died down for a moment, the barmaid's silver eyes scanned the stack before hanging them up.
A few of the rougher looking mercenaries loitering about seemed to be waiting for such an opportunity, leaving their tankards behind and making their way around the board . None seemed to be quite so ready for the big ticket bounties, but they each took one of the smaller trivials that littered the requests. A lost pet. A stolen coin purse. Well, things would not get done, if nobody took the important ones.
That wasn't fully true, but The Hellraiser of a prince did have other things he was needed to do. Though, if these requests did not get accepted soon, small barmaid would need to make plans to have it done, herself. Ah, work for another time. For now, there was work to be done here at The Black Dragon.