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Meanwhile, the Plump Pig's tavern floor was bustling beyond belief. Tables had been added outside, with extra wait staff offered what may or may not be a temporary position.

More fliers and wooden signs were plastered outside and posted around town. Anyone with a reputation to uphold or muscles to feed showed up with high expectations. Yet, somehow, those expectations suddenly felt all too easy to satisfy as steak after steak rolled through the kitchen doors and onto the dining tables. 

The next time the front door opened, light from the late afternoon sun cast a droopy-eared shadow into the entryway. 

"We'll be right with you, sir– Rizz! You're back!" 

Nodding, the goblin waved to the Morlinda, shouting, "Are they done yet?" 

"No, but almost." The youngest boarkin daughter grabbed a pile of empty plates and scooted past the entryway. "And if you're looking for Big Bro, he's still missing. We haven't seen him since the night of your fight."