A Night of Unforgettable Excess at the Wandering Oak

It’s nights like these that remind me why I love working at the Wandering Oak. The fire crackles, the patrons are rowdy, and the ale flows like a river. I’ve seen some wild things in my time as a barmaid, but last night takes the cake. I swear, it was like the whole tavern was one big, sweaty, happy family.

I remember one particular patron, a burly blacksmith with a heart of gold and a face that could charm the devil himself. He came in, his eyes fixed on me like a hawk on its prey, and I knew right then and there that he was trouble. But the kind of trouble I love, if you know what I mean. I teased him, of course, served him drink after drink, and made sure he was good and… comfortable. The crowd was going wild, and I was right in the thick of it, dancing on the tables and singing along to the music.

I don’t know what happened next, to be honest. I think I might have gotten a little too close to the fire, or maybe it was the blacksmith’s strong arms around me. All I know is that I ended up in a compromising position, with a crowd of cheering patrons and a very happy blacksmith. It was a night I’ll never forget, that’s for sure. And who knows, maybe I’ll see him again soon… with a similar outcome.