Little Ones

The inn was alive with energy, the air thick with chatter and the clinking of mugs. Adventurers, merchants, and spectators from the recently concluded tournament crowded the tables, their voices overlapping in a chaotic medley of laughter, boasts, and heated debates about the matches. The warm glow of lanterns spilled across the wooden walls, adding a golden hue to the bustling scene. 

At the heart of the chaos, Liora darted between tables, her cheerful voice cutting through the noise. 

"Coming right up! Two ales and a roast boar platter!" she called out, expertly balancing a tray laden with drinks and plates. She weaved through the crowd like a fish through water, her grin unfaltering despite the mounting demands.