"Boss! Bring out two jugs worth of rye liquor!"
"Yes, right away!"
Melina had already forgotten when the last time she was so busy. While the business she used to have did pretty well, never once did her business reach such prosperity.
Ever since a group of dwarves rushed into the tavern four hours ago, the desolate tavern turned lively in an instant.
"Bring out all the liquor from the warehouse! Bring out every single one of them!"
Melina was ordering the tavern servers she hired a day earlier. There were a total of three servers. But, even with those three servers and her adopted son Ynor, they were still unable to serve all seventy-plus dwarves in time.
Those dwarves were simply too capable of drinking. They could gulp down an entire jug of ale in one go.
"Don't slack off!" Melina shouted at one of the servers. That server was staring at a special 'table' in the tavern.
