The front room of her den had converted into Ndima's Pub rather well. It was surprising. And Ndima couldn't decide if it was a good surprise or a not so good surprise. Maybe if her public room hadn't been so accommodating for this change, Ndima could devote all of her time to brewing rather than serving and bar tending. At least she got some pretties out of the deal. As did the bar wench((s)).
She watched as pride members drifted in and out, settling at the driftwood bar or on the floor cushions scattered about everywhere making it hard for Dru the other bar wenches weave through the relaxing patrons. Ndima growled at one of the patrons that tried to pull down the nets of fruit hanging around behind the "bar." Those fruits weren't even fermented. She was going to have to do something about that.
Maybe get some entertainers in to distract them from reaching for things they shouldn't be reaching for.
And Ndima wanted to get long strips of fabric and palm leaves. They'd make a nice privacy screen for some of the corners and nooks in the room that were exposed and almost bare at the moment.
Ndima nodded at the patron in front of her and waited for their order.
