Tavern Day 1
End of the shift!
Chapter 3
by 
TheProletariat
Finally, the last drunkard left the building and Havilah was off from work. Turning to the tip jar she pulled out 13 crown golds, not too bad for her recent bad attitude.
Pulling together leftover spinach croissants and a flagon of oatmilk she hurried home to her mother.
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