When Lotus came out with an entire cart full of freshly baked sweets, she was an instant hit with the visitors to the tavern.
Even the old construction workers who were sitting in a corner, looking grimly at their mugs of ale, were smiling as she passed them a small plate with a selection of baked goods on it. Her enthusiasm for snacks was contagious, and even Karl had chosen to ignore the fact that she had a large mug of coffee on the tray for herself.
If she got too hyper, he could just send her back to Ophelia.
The sound of blades clashing and wood smashing from outside caught Karl's attention, and the waitress quickly moved to bar the door.
"Is the area that bad?" Karl whispered to the man beside him.
The werewolf shook his head. "Probably. We sit near the edge of the district, and the Naga get into it with the Trolls on a fairly regular basis. The city guard doesn't care how much they break in their brawls, and they never make them pay for the damage.
