I opened The Blue Dragon when I was what, around fifteen, sixteen, I know it's slightly wrong but with magic, you can do anything. I was able to pick up a run down and extremely abandoned home and turn it into a masterpiece in a matter of months. With wooden tables all lined inside and a pure oak bar with multiple carvings engraved for fancy. The first few customers were scarce but then it became steady and now it overflows.
Business is business.
"Ana! Come over!" I know that voice too well. The soldiers from Camelot, they like to stop here when they aren't searching the borders for enemies. I lay the three mugs down on the table and rush over to the Knights.
"Yes! Hello! Welcome to The Blue Dragon, what would you like to drink?" Those that are new stare at me in disbelief.
"Young lady, are you allowed to work here?" A let out a laugh and nod my head at this common question.
"Oh, of course! I opened this shop up, oh, two or three or four years ago and I didn't know how popular it was going to be! I'm surprised myself everyday at who comes in. Now, please, what would you like?" The captain speaks up and I turn my head to him.
"All ale, please! We are tired and sore. And could you sing for us?" I swiftly roll my eyes at them. I know it's rude but if they don't see it it doesn't matter. I think that works.
"I can do a majority of that request, but I cannot sing." I get a loud groan as a response but I distract myself and load up mugs for them. My hands diligently slide all the ale into them and I am eagerly back on my way to them. "Here you go gentlemen, hope you enjoy!"
"Thank you, Miss Ana." I do a brief curtsy in respect and attend to my other customers. But to be more specific those that are in rooms. I knock on the door to hear a ladies screech, a sigh escapes my lips as I open the barrier to view a man and woman together. A normal everyday sight.
"Mr. Roupeet, you must leave, I let you stay an extra night. Now please, pack up your things and head to your wife. I'm sure she misses you." I close it to hear an actual scream this time. "That's what you get for running away just to be with other women. Not sorry."
I do a quick search through the others and of course the usual; drunkards, piles of vomit, a magical creature often appears every now and then, don't get me wrong I quite like them. It's nice to have someone you can relate to, kind of. It's often trolls and goblins that pop in on accident but there have been a few Druids and I gladly welcome them.
My feet kick an overweight man's rear as tumbles down to the ground.
"Mr. Gry you have been sneaking in here every night! Now please! Go home."
"Yes Miss Ana," he grumbles with a chunk of snot running down his nose. I elegantly dust my hands and let out a sigh.
"Alright, seven out of twenty rooms are full, I will clean tonight and hope for more presentable people."
"Miss we want more!"
"Ah, more on Mr. Tyrneer, his tab grows. I will have to send that to his wife, along with the list of women. Oh dear." I run down the stairs and slide behind the bar. A heavy groan is behind me, and the presence is one that anyone can identify. "Miss Fwer! How are you doing?"
"Give me the normal, please. I need something strong."
"Now, remember, you can't hold-"
"I'm trying! I don't like being a lightweight Miss Ana." I bring forth a silver goblet and pure in purple wine. "Oh thank you..."
"Would your men like a drink too?" I offer, eagerness spreads across their faces as her answer is clear and to the point.
"No."
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Deadlands
Fanfiction- Melin Fanfiction - Camelot is a name you often hear, but this city turned to ash due to Uther's blind eye. A kingdom that once thrived with much glory, but now all men call it is the Deadlands. A title I wish to be removed, but I cannot go back t...
