The crowd at the Rusty Tankard was tense tonight. Rumors were starting to spread; the war with the Pratlian Empire was going poorly. Half the country of Konaria seemed to know someone who knew something, with the result that everything from a surrender to a draft to a secret doomsday had been proposed, with perhaps thousands of timeframes. Whatever the truth, the situation set everyone on edge, and was in the back of most people's minds...
Sorina's father had just left, after his usual ritual of walking her to work. It was only a fifteen minute walk, and he insisted on walking with Sorina to and from work as long as she was working in the evening. It was a bit inconvenient, but he had certainly never complained; the death of Sorina's mother had hit him hard. Crime and anxiousness went hand in hand, and war led to both.
However, the tense crowd led to business. Sorina would have plenty of orders, and fortunately, plenty of tips for the night. The mood tended to make people spend a bit more, perhaps as though it was the last chance they would get. There were even a few new faces; not everyone was well-acquainted with Sorina and the regulars. The anxiousness was leading to people getting out, if only to better keep their ears to the ground...