The drinks are delivered to Master Belegund
Ruby hurriedly cleaned the ale from the floor and made her back to the bar. Buttercup was there, filling mugs for customers. ‘Two mugs of the stout, if you will,’ said Ruby, throwing her sodden towel in the basket beneath the bar. ‘For the gentlemen over there, who’ve just come in.’ She leaned on the edge of the bar as Buttercup filled the mugs.
Buttercup looked the two up and down, assessing them as possible good tippers. At least the one looked the part, the dark haired fellow dressed all in black with the sword at his back. The other one she noted was seated already and turning out his pockets, looking for something. Whatever it was, he didn’t seem to be having much success and a closer inspection showed her no coins in evidence. ‘Looks like the dark dressed fellow is standing a mug of ale for the other.’
Ruby loaded the mugs onto a tray along with a basket of bread with a wedge of Shire cheddar on a small plate tucked into it. ‘Compliments of the Green Dragon, Master Belegund. Don’t often get visitors from the High King’s city.’ She looked expectantly at the second mug of ale. ‘And will someone be joining you?’
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