[center][h2]Minnow[/h2][/center]

	Dusting branches and leaves out of her hair, Minnow let out an angry sigh. She was completely cluttered in the shrubs that lingered along the shady side of The Other Mine's welcoming exterior, a glassy breach above. Today was definitely not Minnow's day, that's what scratched across her mind in between bouts of exhausted anger. 

	After taking a few minutes to fester in her frustration, Minnow rolled to her feet and with defeat everpresent in her face, she limped back into her establishment. The interior was quiet, with the culprits responsible for her rough day long gone and the lingering patrons quiet -- like children after witnessing an argument between parents. 

	Behind the elf, the invisible servant quickly picked up vestigial leaves and twigs that were crumbling from the shambling Minnow. With a mighty yawn, Minnow took a step behind the bar, her next step turning into a crouch, finally a kneel, until she was laying flat on her face -- the cold wooden floor her new bed. 

	She stayed like that for a while, before weakly squiggling forward to find the futon roll she was sleeping on before this terrible day began for her, still stuffed behind the bar. Her hired help had already left her, but Minnow was at her limit -- her eyes fell closed and a deep breath hissed from her chest.

	In moments, whistling snores could be heard -- the defeated finding her rest.