[@aia2022] A young boy, not yet grown into his features, stepped out from the kitchen and into the tavern. He seemed out of place in the expensive neat waiters uniform that hung from his thin frame, with his disheveled dark hair, dirt stained skin and deep green eyes. With bare feet he stepped forward and out into the danger holding some sort of bottle protectively against his chest. He weaved through the chaos of the tavern without incident or pause like it was a mere slight distraction, an everyday occurrence.
As he neared the fox faced lady a thin smile slowly spread across his lips and with a slight nod he proudly held out the bottle to her with both hands.