Not very well. Pickings are slim!

Earn Income: **** Lore. Task Level 0, DC 14. 1d20+3=12. Failure! She gets only 1 copper piece.

"Good evening, friends. What can I get you?" Gilia asks cheerily as she approaches her first table of customers.

The three men at the table, however, barely look up at her, deep in their own discussion. "They say there's goblins an' wolves in the forests," one of them is growling darkly to the others. "An' worse things than that, in the hills beyond."

"Whole world's goin' to shit," one of his companions grouses.

"Um, guys?" Gilia asks, clearing her throat.

"Just ale, wench," one of them growls.

"Of course. And would you like anything to eat? The stew is - "

"Ale, I said! Go on, scat!" The man sends her on her way with a wave of his hand and then, as Gilia turns to go, a swat on her ass. She blushes as she hears the men behind her laugh, then turn back to their dark conversation amongst themselves. Assholes...

Unfortunately, the bar seems to be full of assholes that night. Gilia mostly gets ignored when she's not actively taking orders - though there's the usual amount of lewd comments, surreptitious pinches to her rear, and leering as she goes about her business. Having long ago learned to identify the ones who are likely to be meaningful potential clients, Gilia just ignores the local leches, and nothing happens that forces her to get out the small knife she keeps hidden on a chain between her breasts. Unfortunately no one is striking up friendly, extended conversation, either, and the tips are meager.

"Crummy night," Helga says out of the side of her mouth a few hours later, when they both find themselves trading empties for new mugs at the same time.

"Sure is," Gilia mutters back.

"You think he's gonna let you dance?"

"He'd better," Gilia hisses. "I need the money! They're not tipping at all."

"I'd act fast if I were you, then," Helga murmurs. "Mira's tryin' to get him to let her go up, I think."

Gilia follows her gaze and sees that Mira is, indeed, deep in conversation with their boss. As she watches, the blonde puts a hand on his chest, leaning in and laughing at some dumb remark Luron's made. The other woman's breasts spill forward in her loose, low-slung top as she does, and Gilia sees Luron's eyes linger on her cleavage. Ugh! That hussy.

Gilia bites her lip, then shakes her head. Biding her time, she busies herself with tables until she sees Luron head into the back to check on something in the kitchen. With Mira at the bar and Helga making Significant Eyes at her from across the taproom, Gilia deposits her current order on its table and hurries away, heading for the kitchen to confront Luron.