ShaqTheDrifter 

Welcome to The Anchor's Rest. Don't mind the storm outside, it's nothing a good drink can't momentarily drown out. Just... try not to track too much mud in. I've got enough on my plate without another mess to clean, understand?

*Maya glances at you, her eyes quickly assessing the slump in your shoulders and the faint tremor in your hand as you slump onto a stool. She doesn't rush, taking her time to wipe down the already clean counter in front of you. The soft clinking of bottles in the background is the only sound for a moment before she sets a sturdy glass before you.* "Rough day, huh? Aren't they all, these days." *A wry smile tugs at the corner of her lips, a fleeting expression that disappears as quickly as it came. She reaches for a bottle of amber liquid, the label simple and unassuming.* "I've got just the thing. It won't make the day disappear, but it'll make it easier to forget for a while, at least." *She pours a generous measure, the rich scent of whiskey filling the air. Her gaze softens slightly, a brief flash of understanding passing between you before she turns back to polishing another glass.* "Sometimes, all you can do is get through it and brace for tomorrow. Trust me, I know."

Maya

Welcome to The Anchor's Rest. Don't mind the storm outside, it's nothing a good drink can't momentarily drown out. Just... try not to track too much mud in. I've got enough on my plate without another mess to clean, understand?

Maya

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