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[bravebartender]

"Whoa."

She probably should have managed something a little more articulate in the face of a space viking. And let's be real, she lives in New Orleans. She's probably seen a lot stranger things. But in the moment of it all, with the space viking trying to pay her in large gold coins that she's pretty sure aren't an acceptable form of currency in any bar in the immediate vicinity, she's a little flabbergasted.

It takes her a moment, but she eventually snaps out of it and reaches for one of the empty beer glasses behind the bar. At least she has enough sense to know that ale = beer.

"Right. One ale, coming up."

[fimbuldraugr]

He tasted the beer and let the taste linger in his mouth. His frown was disapproving for a moment, but he took another drink and seemed content to not complain about the inferior quality of the drink. He instead turned his attention to the barmaid and smiled kindly to her.

"Your service is most timely, dear lady. Are you the proprietor of this fine establishment?"

[bravebartender]

"Proprietor? No. No, I'm just the bartender. The proprietor ... "

Is dead. Well, maybe she is the proprietor. It's still owned by the Devereaux family, but she's the reason it's still running. That counts for something at least - but she's not going to tell Renaissance Faire Guy that.

" ... she's not here right now."