The barkeep nodded at the newly entered Catfolk and fixed up some proper food and drink. Moments later, a plate and mug are on the counter and one of the waiters zooms by to deliver it to its recipient. This little Halfling man seemed rather energetic about his job, wasting little time in putting down a mug of ale and a plate of sliced up turkey meat at Harzax's table. 

"That'll be 3 silver, please!" the halfling said with a smiling face looking up at the Catfolk.

"These things don't come for free, after all."

In the meantime, the barkeep was immediately met with another entering adventurer, this one with a panther. While normally this would be cause to turn them away, Vandred was known somewhat in this town to begin with - and his pet hadn't killed anyone in town yet at least.

A few customers turned their heads to look at him, and then nodded back to their drinks frustratingly. 

The barkeep nodded at Vandred's order, saying "wait just a second. Gotta go in the back and see if we have any raw meat on hand".

With that, he placed another employee in charge of the counter - a rather nervous looking half-elven youth who just shook awkwardly in place. Afterwards the original barkeep went into the back room to check for raw meat.

The bar was starting to fill up to its maximum capacity, it seemed. Harzax's table and Vandred's table were the only ones that were yet to fill with others.