Rush Ready (1-2/3 pass)

Though Havilah kept her composure, the rush was unending. They shunted in upon her as her lithe pale hands poured tray after tray of flagons.

Even when the mead ran dry she was able to placate the crowds with the few trays as grab and go. Her slighted frame gave her no end of problems trying to lug the barrel out. When she hoisted it through the doorway, stopping every few inches, she saw that some had left. The revelry of the moment has fizzled somewhat. Despite this she poured out what was needed then sallied beyond her high counter walls.

There they pushed her around, stepping on her sandaled feet, bashing her nogin with a misplaced elbow, and even tripping over her since she had nearly half the height of most patrons.

When it died down she looked at her tip jar which had grown a moderate amount.

+132 gold.