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Bustling noise, loud men with and without great beards. Obnoxious hearty laughter. And the knowledge that every one of them would be clutching his head in agony in the morning. The graceful woman behind the bar counter smiled in comfort, grabbing a clean mug and filling the request.
She passed it to Arthur, one of her regulars. A man known with renown for his strong arms and even stronger tolerance for the potency of alcohol. She tuned her eyes around her bar, observing everyone that had gathered. There were farmers, stablemen, even off-duty soldiers and guardsmen accounted for at the old wooden tables. All were hearty and happy men, celebrating the beating of life within them. She called them her "legitimates", and without them would cause her little establishment to be closed, or worse.
She tossed her thick brown hair from her shoulder, exiting the counter. She looked at a young girl, one of her 'employees', and motioned for her to leave