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As Ameiko whips up another omelette, a freckled redhead came in through the back, her head cocked curiously at the small gathering as she put on an apron. “Morning Noriko.”

 

Moving past the pair she joins Ameiko at the stove and the two catch up a little bit, one turning over information on today’s menu and prep that’s been completed and such. “Oh hey Lars, this is Azerian, my day cook.”

 

“Hi.” The redhead flashes a little smile at the young man with a brief greeting, before getting busy with collecting ingredients for the next meal.

A few minutes later, Ameiko comes out through the kitchen door into the common room, plate of omelette in hand. She smiles a greeting to the half-elven woman before placing the meal down in front of her at her seat. “Hey. Let me know if you need anything else.”

 

By this time, the halfling has returned to the common room as well, and cautiously approaches the horned, red-skinned person to take his order. Understandably, much as Ameiko keeps a no judgement policy in her establishment, not often in Sandpoint does one see a creature as unique as this.

 

Though keeping a motherly eye on the goings on in her tavern, Ameiko does not interfere unless she has to, keeping with her norm. As she makes her way toward the back of the common room, she smiles and nods in Kaichar’s direction in silent greeting.

 

Having poured herself a steaming cup of coffee at the hearth, Ameiko settles down onto a single chair atop a small rug, a performing stage of sorts that’s been a defining feature of the Rusty Dragon since the young woman had taken ownership of the place.

 

She takes a long drag at the dark aromatic liquid, then places the cup down and picks up an odd-looking string instrument.

淋しかったら いつでも 来てね

私と いっしょなら あんたは幸せ

まずい酒しかないよ 陽当りも悪いよ

でも 淋しかったら おいで

 

八つ当りでもすりゃ 気分も晴れるわ

ガブ飲みは ダメよ おしゃくをするわ

空かんの灰皿 うるさい電車の音

そう こんな部屋だけど 又ね

 

身の上話は 聞かない約束

私が いくつでも かまわないこと

うすい 布団の上で お国自慢でもしてよ

ほら たばこの煙も 踊るわ

 

私は いつでも ここに居るから

昼でも 夜でも ここに居るから

あの橋を渡り 川沿いの この家

 

淋しかったら おいで

淋しかったら 来てね

As Ameiko whips up another omelette, a freckled redhead came in through the back, her head cocked curiously at the small gathering as she put on an apron. “Morning Noriko.”

 

Moving past the pair she joins Ameiko at the stove and the two catch up a little bit, one turning over information on today’s menu and prep that’s been completed and such. “Oh hey Lars, this is Azerian, my day cook.”

 

“Hi.” The redhead flashes a little smile at the young man with a brief greeting, before getting busy with collecting ingredients for the next meal.

A few minutes later, Ameiko comes out through the kitchen door into the common room, plate of omelette in hand. She smiles a greeting to the half-elven woman before placing the meal down in front of her at her seat. “Hey. Let me know if you need anything else.”

 

By this time, the halfling has returned to the common room as well, and cautiously approaches the horned, red-skinned person to take his order. Understandably, much as Ameiko keeps a no judgement policy in her establishment, not often in Sandpoint does one see a creature as unique as this.

 

Though keeping a motherly eye on the goings on in her tavern, Ameiko does not interfere unless she has to, keeping with her norm. As she makes her way toward the back of the common room, she smiles and nods in Kaichar’s direction in silent greeting.

 

Having poured herself a steaming cup of coffee at the hearth, Ameiko settles down onto a single chair atop a small rug, a performing stage of sorts that’s been a defining feature of the Rusty Dragon since the young woman had taken ownership of the place.

 

She takes a long drag at the dark aromatic liquid, then places the cup down and picks up an odd-looking string instrument.

As Ameiko whips up another omelette, a freckled redhead came in through the back, her head cocked curiously at the small gathering as she put on an apron. “Morning Noriko.”

 

Moving past the pair she joins Ameiko at the stove and the two catch up a little bit, one turning over information on today’s menu and prep that’s been completed and such. “Oh hey Lars, this is Azerian, my day cook.”

 

“Hi.” The redhead flashes a little smile at the young man with a brief greeting, before getting busy with collecting ingredients for the next meal.

A few minutes later, Ameiko comes out through the kitchen door into the common room, plate of omelette in hand. She smiles a greeting to the half-elven woman before placing the meal down in front of her at her seat. “Hey. Let me know if you need anything else.”

 

By this time, the halfling has returned to the common room as well, and cautiously approaches the horned, red-skinned person to take his order. Understandably, much as Ameiko keeps a no judgement policy in her establishment, not often in Sandpoint does one see a creature as unique as this.

 

Though keeping a motherly eye on the goings on in her tavern, Ameiko does not interfere unless she has to, keeping with her norm. As she makes her way toward the back of the common room, she smiles and nods in Kaichar’s direction in silent greeting.

 

Having poured herself a steaming cup of coffee at the hearth, Ameiko settles down onto a single chair atop a small rug, a performing stage of sorts that’s been a defining feature of the Rusty Dragon since the young woman had taken ownership of the place.

 

She takes a long drag at the dark aromatic liquid, then places the cup down and picks up an odd-looking string instrument.

As Ameiko whips up another omelette, a freckled redhead came in through the back, her head cocked curiously at the small gathering as she put on an apron. “Morning Noriko.”

 

Moving past the pair she joins Ameiko at the stove and the two catch up a little bit, one turning over information on today’s menu and prep that’s been completed and such. “Oh hey Lars, this is Azerian, my day cook.”

 

“Hi.” The redhead flashes a little smile at the young man with a brief greeting, before getting busy with collecting ingredients for the next meal.

A few minutes later, Ameiko comes out through the kitchen door into the common room, plate of omelette in hand. She smiles a greeting to the half-elven woman before placing the meal down in front of her at her seat. “Hey. Let me know if you need anything else.”

 

By this time, the halfling has returned to the common room as well, and cautiously approaches the horned, red-skinned person to take his order. Understandably, much as Ameiko keeps a no judgement policy in her establishment, not often in Sandpoint does one see a creature as unique as this.

 

Though keeping a motherly eye on the goings on in her tavern, Ameiko does not interfere unless she has to, keeping with her norm. As she makes her way toward the back of the common room, she smiles and nods in Kaichar’s direction in silent greeting.

 

Having poured herself a steaming cup of coffee at the hearth, Ameiko settles down onto a single chair atop a small rug, a performing stage of sorts that’s been a defining feature of the Rusty Dragon since the young woman had taken ownership of the place.

 

She takes a long drag at the dark aromatic liquid, then places the cup down and picks up an odd-looking string instrument.

As Ameiko whips up another omelette, a freckled redhead came in through the back, her head cocked curiously at the small gathering as she put on an apron. “Morning Noriko.”   Moving past the pair she joins Ameiko at the stove and the two catch up a little bit, one turning over information on today’s menu and prep that’s been completed and such. “Oh hey Lars, this is Azerian, my day cook.”   “Hi.” The redhead flashes a little smile at the young man with a brief greeting, before getting busy with collecting ingredients for the next meal.

A few minutes later, Ameiko comes out through the kitchen door into the common room, plate of omelette in hand. She smiles a greeting to the half-elven woman before placing the meal down in front of her at her seat. “Hey. Let me know if you need anything else.”

 

By this time, the halfling has returned to the common room as well, and cautiously approaches the horned, red-skinned person to take his order. Understandably, much as Ameiko keeps a no judgement policy in her establishment, not often in Sandpoint does one see a creature as unique as this.

 

Though keeping a motherly eye on the goings on in her tavern, Ameiko does not interfere unless she has to, keeping with her norm. As she makes her way toward the back of the common room, she smiles and nods in Kaichar’s direction in silent greeting.

 

Having poured herself a steaming cup of coffee at the hearth, Ameiko settles down onto a single chair atop a small rug, a performing stage of sorts that’s been a defining feature of the Rusty Dragon since the young woman had taken ownership of the place.

 

She takes a long drag at the dark aromatic liquid, then places the cup down and picks up an odd-looking string instrument.

As Ameiko whips up another omelette, a freckled redhead came in through the back, her head cocked curiously at the small gathering as she put on an apron. “Morning Noriko.”   Moving past the pair she joins Ameiko at the stove and the two catch up a little bit, one turning over information on today’s menu and prep that’s been completed and such. “Oh hey Lars, this is Azerian, my day cook.”   “Hi.” The redhead flashes a little smile at the young man with a brief greeting, before getting busy with collecting ingredients for the next meal.

A few minutes later, Ameiko comes out through the kitchen door into the common room, plate of omelette in hand. She smiles a greeting to the half-elven woman before placing the meal down in front of her at her seat. “Hey. Let me know if you need anything else.”

 

By this time, the halfling has returned to the common room as well, and cautiously approaches the horned, red-skinned person to take his order. Understandably, much as Ameiko keeps a no judgement policy in her establishment, not often in Sandpoint does one see a creature as unique as this.

 

Though keeping a motherly eye on the goings on in her tavern, Ameiko does not interfere unless she has to, keeping with her norm. As she makes her way toward the back of the common room, she smiles and nods in Kaichar’s direction in silent greeting.

 

Having poured herself a steaming cup of coffee at the hearth, Ameiko settles down onto a single chair atop a small rug, a performing stage of sorts that’s been a defining feature of the Rusty Dragon since the young woman had taken ownership of the place.

 

She takes a long drag at the dark aromatic liquid, then places the cup down and picks up her samisen.

As Ameiko whips up another omelette, a freckled redhead came in through the back, her head cocked curiously at the small gathering as she put on an apron. “Morning Noriko.”   Moving past the pair she joins Ameiko at the stove and the two catch up a little bit, one turning over information on today’s menu and prep that’s been completed and such. “Oh hey Lars, this is Azerian, my day cook.”   “Hi.” The redhead flashes a little smile at the young man with a brief greeting, before getting busy with collecting ingredients for the next meal.

A few minutes later, Ameiko comes out through the kitchen door into the common room, plate of omelette in hand. She smiles a greeting to the half-elven woman before placing the meal down in front of her at her seat. “Hey. Let me know if you need anything else.”

 

By this time, the halfling has returned to the common room as well, and cautiously approaches the horned, red-skinned person to take his order. Understandably, much as Ameiko keeps a no judgement policy in her establishment, not often in Sandpoint does one see a creature as unique as this.

 

Though keeping a motherly eye on the goings on in her tavern, Ameiko does not interfere unless she has to, keeping with her norm. As she makes her way toward the back of the common room, she smiles and nods in Kaichar’s direction in silent greeting.

 

Having poured herself a steaming cup of coffee at the hearth, Ameiko settles down onto a single chair atop a small rug, a performing stage of sorts that’s been a defining feature of the Rusty Dragon since the young woman had taken ownership of the place.

 

She takes a long drag at the dark aromatic liquid, then places the cup down and picks up her samisen.

As Ameiko whips up another omelette, a freckled redhead came in through the back, her head cocked curiously at the small gathering as she put on an apron. “Morning Noriko.”   Moving past the pair she joins Ameiko at the stove and the two catch up a little bit, one turning over information on today’s menu and prep that’s been completed and such. “Oh hey Lars, this is Azerian, my day cook.”   “Hi.” The redhead flashes a little smile at the young man with a brief greeting, before getting busy with collecting ingredients for the next meal.

A few minutes later, Ameiko comes out through the kitchen door into the common room, plate of omelette in hand. She smiles a greeting to the half-elven woman before placing the meal down in front of her at her seat. “Hey. Let me know if you need anything else.”

 

By this time, the halfling has returned to the common room as well, and cautiously approaches the horned, red-skinned person to take his order. Understandably, much as Ameiko keeps a no judgement policy in her establishment, not often in Sandpoint does one see a creature as unique as this.

 

Though keeping a motherly eye on the goings on in her tavern, Ameiko does not interfere unless she has to, keeping with her norm. As she makes her way toward the back of the common room, she smiles and nods in Kaichar’s direction in silent greeting.

 

Having poured herself a steaming cup of coffee at the hearth, Ameiko settles down onto a single chair atop a small rug, a performing stage of sorts that’s been a defining feature of the Rusty Dragon since the young woman had taken ownership of the place.

 

She takes a long drag at the dark aromatic liquid, then places the cup down and picks up her samisen.

As Ameiko whips up another omelette, a freckled redhead came in through the back, her head cocked curiously at the small gathering as she put on an apron. “Morning Noriko.”   Moving past the pair she joins Ameiko at the stove and the two catch up a little bit, one turning over information on today’s menu and prep that’s been completed and such. “Oh hey Lars, this is Azerian, my day cook.”   “Hi.” The redhead flashes a little smile at the young man with a brief greeting, before getting busy with collecting ingredients for the next meal.

A few minutes later, Ameiko comes out through the kitchen door into the common room, plate of omelette in hand. She smiles a greeting to the half-elven woman before placing the meal down in front of her at her seat. “Hey. Let me know if you need anything else.”

 

By this time, the halfling has returned to the common room as well, and cautiously approaches the horned, red-skinned person to take his order. Understandably, much as Ameiko keeps a no judgement policy in her establishment, not often in Sandpoint does one see a creature as unique as this.

 

Though keeping a motherly eye on the goings on in her tavern, Ameiko does not interfere unless she has to, keeping with her norm. As she makes her way toward the back of the common room, she smiles and nods in Kaichar’s direction in silent greeting.

 

Having poured herself a steaming cup of coffee at the hearth, Ameiko settles down onto a single chair atop a small rug, a performing stage of sorts that’s been a defining feature of the Rusty Dragon since the young woman had taken ownership of the place.

 

She takes a long drag at the dark aromatic liquid, then places the cup down and picks up her samisen.

As Ameiko whips up another omelette, a freckled redhead came in through the back, her head cocked curiously at the small gathering as she put on an apron. “Morning Noriko.”   Moving past the pair she joins Ameiko at the stove and the two catch up a little bit, one turning over information on today’s menu and prep that’s been completed and such. “Oh hey Lars, this is Azerian, my day cook.”   “Hi.” The redhead flashes a little smile at the young man with a brief greeting, before getting busy with collecting ingredients for the next meal.

A few minutes later, Ameiko comes out through the kitchen door into the common room, plate of omelette in hand. She smiles a greeting to the half-elven woman before placing the meal down in front of her at her seat. “Hey. Let me know if you need anything else.”

 

By this time, the halfling has returned to the common room as well, and cautiously approaches the horned, red-skinned person to take his order. Understandably, much as Ameiko keeps a no judgement policy in her establishment, not often in Sandpoint does one see a creature as unique as this.

 

Though keeping a motherly eye on the goings on in her tavern, Ameiko does not interfere unless she has to, keeping with her norm. As she makes her way toward the back of the common room, she smiles and nods in Kaichar’s direction in silent greeting.

 

Having poured herself a steaming cup of coffee at the hearth, Ameiko settles down onto a single chair atop a small rug, a performing stage of sorts that’s been a defining feature of the Rusty Dragon since the young woman had taken ownership of the place.

 

She takes a long drag at the dark aromatic liquid, then places the cup down and picks up her samisen.