Busying himself with organizing his space, the tender glanced up and smiled at the first patron to approach the bar that night. They seemed to be a curious character, dressed in an impressively advanced suit of some kind which he knew not the origin of. As the woman took her seat in front of him, the bartender inclined his head toward her in greeting. "Welcome, we do indeed accept all kinds of folks from far flung places. We have quite an extensive collection, just about anything your heart desires in fact." The man shuffled under the bar for a moment before gently setting down a beautifully made menu book in front of the woman. Opening the book revealed a tastefully made list of the many drinks and cocktails available to thirsty travelers. Each turn of the page continued to unveil yet more options, each just as pleasing as the last. Flipping through the pages of the book would reveal that it went on and on, each page filled with endless delights. Foods, drinks, treats, snacks, and all manner of other edible goodies.

"An associate of ours, the Matron of the Wandering Inn, can prepare just about anything you can think of. We have a rule; your wish is our command. Ask and ye shall receive." Giving her time to comb through the endless options provided by the book, the bartender went about starting her milkshake, all the while taking notice of the three men who'd been largely silent up to now. It seemed as though the man in white was their ring leader, the other two his retainers; not an uncommon sight in his establishment. From behind the counter the man retrieved a large blender, a tub of ice cream, and a rather old fashion bottle of whole milk, setting them out in a way to let the woman watch him fulfill her request. As he scooped the ice cream into the blender and poured the milk the bartender took note of whispered conversation happening behind the woman, turning the oddly silent machine on so that he could face the newcomer.

"On your boss? That won't be necessary, friend. The Wayward Stool is very much a paid in full service to those who are fortunate enough to find it. Although, he's more than welcome to order and serve whomever he wishes should that be his desire." Turning back to the blender, the older man stopped the machine and set a fountain glass onto the counter and filled it to the brim with the thick vanilla shake. Not quite done yet, he produced a jigger from a line of bar implements and plucked a rather expensive looking bottle of bourbon, filling the hourglass shaped measuring tool before pouring it into the shake itself. To finish, he stirred it enough to get long streaks of the liquor but not fully incorporate it and topping it with hand whipped cream and a bright red cherry.

"Your shake, Miss, let me know when you decided upon something to eat." He informed the woman while politely returning his attention to the man who'd rung the bell. "Perhaps there's something I can get for you gentlemen? A drink, perhaps some food?"

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