Another Day At the Inn
Lunch's usual busy activity had passed and with it, a brief period of respite for those who worked at the Silver Lion Inn. Middays being typically the more hectic parts of the day, the staff usually found it difficult to find a moment's rest. So in order to keep the locomotion everyone maintained going, everybody was allowed a bit of time to eat lunch and rest. Vincent, Rose, Connor, and Dominek had already taken theirs, so naturally the parents and Patrick were next to rotate into their much needed respite.
Over the past week things had proven interesting for the Barnell clan, granted that they had experienced quite a scare several nights back. While the family wasn't the ones in immediate danger at the time, it did raise a high amount of concern between the staff members. And of course the ones who were the targeted in the attack on the eleventh were fine, as far as Patrick knew, and still under his care and hospitality until their departure came. Ultimately their very arrival had caused a bit of a stir from day one, but after the persistence of an ambitious journalist; a story had to be given to at least satiate some of the curiosity buzzing about.
Hardly anybody in Atinaw would scarcely believe the fact two Avialae rented rooms, so of course confirming that there were two guests from the North had to be necessary. But of course Patrick held no blame nor ill will towards either of them, in fact he quite appreciated the fact they stayed here; even if they had enemies that sought them out. Regardless they were still Patrick's own tenants, and it was his sole responsibility as a Barnell to ensure their stay remain pleasant. Not that he felt sure he was doing a good job at times, what with the warmer weather bringing in more patrons once more.
Another Cuvindas and another beef patty special, except this time Connor boiled up a batch of brown beans instead of white. It didn't matter to Patrick though, he'd eaten this platter numerous times anyways. The Atinorin couldn't help but exhale a long sigh when he'd exited the kitchen, pleased to find a seat at the end of the bar with his plate placed before him. "Finally time to eat huh?" Dominik posed as he walked down from the bar towards his brother, warranting a brief scoff from Patrick as he dug into his first beef cake.
"I'm starving. If it keeps gettin' busier we may need to consider hirin' a new hand." Patrick mused as the first bite was taken, with a quiet groan of joy to follow once he tasted the blended seasonings. Dominek of course laughed while he started to fill a mug with ale, placing the container next to Patrick's plate as he tore another chunk of meat off with his fork.
"Yeah I'm sure Pa Pa will love to hear that." Dominek remarked with a lean onto the bar. "How's the patties this time?"
"Mm," Patrick murmured briefly before he swallowed a large amount of food, "little spicier actually, Connor's either experimenting or just going nuts with the seasoning." Patrick reasoned with a hand brought to grab the mug, with a few hefty gulps taken to wash everything down.
"Geez lil' brother, careful you don't choke."
"Pff, takes more than a couple mouthfuls of meat to get me to choke." Patrick boasted quickly before realizing how that sounded, which lead the both of them to stare at one another briefly. "But not like that, got it?!" Immediately Dominik laughed and shrugged, with a casual nod to follow as Patrick resumed eating.
"Whatever you say Pat." The older brother teased as he looked down the bar, his attention brought to a couple of patrons that needed refills. "I'll be back, try eatin' a lil' more slowly while you're at it." For a moment Patrick expected his brother to mock him further about the whole meat thing, but it seemed as though Dominik had something else on mind for the moment. Regardless the middle-aged bartender seized the moment, thinking he had hopefully got away with an unintentional joke at best. Thus he resumed eating his meal, already halfway through the contents on his plate almost without slowing down.
Glade 17th, 120th AoS
Over the past week things had proven interesting for the Barnell clan, granted that they had experienced quite a scare several nights back. While the family wasn't the ones in immediate danger at the time, it did raise a high amount of concern between the staff members. And of course the ones who were the targeted in the attack on the eleventh were fine, as far as Patrick knew, and still under his care and hospitality until their departure came. Ultimately their very arrival had caused a bit of a stir from day one, but after the persistence of an ambitious journalist; a story had to be given to at least satiate some of the curiosity buzzing about.
Hardly anybody in Atinaw would scarcely believe the fact two Avialae rented rooms, so of course confirming that there were two guests from the North had to be necessary. But of course Patrick held no blame nor ill will towards either of them, in fact he quite appreciated the fact they stayed here; even if they had enemies that sought them out. Regardless they were still Patrick's own tenants, and it was his sole responsibility as a Barnell to ensure their stay remain pleasant. Not that he felt sure he was doing a good job at times, what with the warmer weather bringing in more patrons once more.
Another Cuvindas and another beef patty special, except this time Connor boiled up a batch of brown beans instead of white. It didn't matter to Patrick though, he'd eaten this platter numerous times anyways. The Atinorin couldn't help but exhale a long sigh when he'd exited the kitchen, pleased to find a seat at the end of the bar with his plate placed before him. "Finally time to eat huh?" Dominik posed as he walked down from the bar towards his brother, warranting a brief scoff from Patrick as he dug into his first beef cake.
"I'm starving. If it keeps gettin' busier we may need to consider hirin' a new hand." Patrick mused as the first bite was taken, with a quiet groan of joy to follow once he tasted the blended seasonings. Dominek of course laughed while he started to fill a mug with ale, placing the container next to Patrick's plate as he tore another chunk of meat off with his fork.
"Yeah I'm sure Pa Pa will love to hear that." Dominek remarked with a lean onto the bar. "How's the patties this time?"
"Mm," Patrick murmured briefly before he swallowed a large amount of food, "little spicier actually, Connor's either experimenting or just going nuts with the seasoning." Patrick reasoned with a hand brought to grab the mug, with a few hefty gulps taken to wash everything down.
"Geez lil' brother, careful you don't choke."
"Pff, takes more than a couple mouthfuls of meat to get me to choke." Patrick boasted quickly before realizing how that sounded, which lead the both of them to stare at one another briefly. "But not like that, got it?!" Immediately Dominik laughed and shrugged, with a casual nod to follow as Patrick resumed eating.
"Whatever you say Pat." The older brother teased as he looked down the bar, his attention brought to a couple of patrons that needed refills. "I'll be back, try eatin' a lil' more slowly while you're at it." For a moment Patrick expected his brother to mock him further about the whole meat thing, but it seemed as though Dominik had something else on mind for the moment. Regardless the middle-aged bartender seized the moment, thinking he had hopefully got away with an unintentional joke at best. Thus he resumed eating his meal, already halfway through the contents on his plate almost without slowing down.
"Feels good to take a breather and fill the gut."
