I had told you somethin' was stirrin', and it sure was. The crowd was mighty rowdy last night, and I thought for sure we'd end up with someone in the pantry under under the stairs.
The special adventurers came back, just like I told ya they would. A bunch of 'em, last night; came in, one after another. Before you know it, some of them was talking to each other, and the rest was chattin' up the staff. Which is just what adventurers do, right? Sometimes the whole party comes in and finds some company. Other nights there's not a bit of flirtin' happening, and it's all business.
So on those nights where romance seems to be in the air, it's more often than not the magic-folks that start flirtin' and teasin', and they'll usually target one of the wenches, if they lean that way, or else Pip, if they lean th'other way. And all four of them pick and choose which ones they want to encourage. But not this time.
