June 3rdRain pattered on the rooftop of the Red Robin inn, and it seemed that the storm seemed to be no where near stopping. The inn itself is quiet, with many of the regulars having called it a night hours ago. Two young women, twins with dark black hair which suggested a strong ancestry in the old east, were cleaning the wooden tables and counters as they gossiped. A few chairs and a table which were conveniently placed near the fireplace seemed the coziest place in the small tavern. Behind the bar, another woman in her 30s was cleaning off mugs and supervising the younger women. While the Red Robin might not have been the highest class of inns, it had a pleasant feel to it.
Behind the bar were a number of bottles which seemed to contain a collections of drinks, though many of them were not even labeled... And among those that were labeled, they contained more pictures then words. It seemed that the years had not been kind to the region when it came to academics, but with the trade the community seemed to be surviving.
"Emily and Sara, if you two don't stop gossip I am going to dock both of your pay." Miranda called from behind the bar as she took one of the mugs she had cleaned over to one of the barrels behind the bar and turned the tap. A clear liquid poured out of the barrel and into the glass, and she took a long drag of it.
"We're sorry Miranda!" Both of the girls cried out in unison, then they broke down in giggles as they went back to gossiping and barely cleaning.