Anger had moved back behind the bar, mixed Drake another drink and sat it before him (even though he already had one) and remained silent as she allowed the two a moment to converse. Then, pulling out a hot herbal tea (she guessed it might suit the elf but wasn’t sure) and returned too the nearly healed woman. Carefully, she held out the hot cup, wrapped in a rag to keep from burning the hands toward the guest. “This is the Dead End Tavern. It’s a little place of mine I like to stay in when I’m not home. There are rooms available too that you can stay in for as long as you like. And don’t worry about payment here, we don’t really care for such things.”
Then, Anger turned her metallic eyes toward Drake and smiled. “You enjoying your drinks? Help yourself to a bottle if the glasses aren’t enough.” Of course, she wouldn’t just allow anyone behind the bar, but Drake was an old friend, and one she trusted dearly. He was more than welcoming to serve himself anytime.