Despite the outer appearance of BloodRoot, customers that come and go have increased these past couple of days, mainly tall werewolves with tight muscles and rigid faces. The rowdy crowd inside BloodRoot was a rare sight for locals to witness, hollered and laughter filled each corner of the tavern with servers moving about with trays filled with meals or tall glasses of liquor.
Nigel walks above the counter flailing his wings back and forth entertaining the guest, sometimes he lets out a few dad jokes or sings a tune while Bob spends the rest of his time stirring soup and washing the dishes.
Daisy saunters inside the tavern, spots an empty seat near the counter and takes a seat with ease while avoiding a few drunk customers on the way out. Her eyes glanced around to find most of the male customers who are visitors or knights, she met Nigel on the counter and nodded her head, eyes once again scrutinising her surroundings to find the girl.
