The Inn was full, like always, really, if she had to say, she liked five times the people in the Tides than he had in the real world. And she hadnt done anything special, really. It was the most successful Inn in the City, but that was because it was the first; the people in the Tides stayed true to their home, which was her Inn.
But it wasnt always like this, she remembered when every table was empty, when she slept with her head resting on the counter, because no one came. Itwas demotivating, but she kept going, and as much as she wanted to lie and say it was because she knew it would work, or some other good reason.
She had done it because she refused to believe that her days were gone, and this... serving drink... was the only thing that made her feel human. So in reality, she was no different from the others; she also tried to feel human, but rather by serving than drinking them.
