So many new patrons in so little time, Snarfulblast could barely contain his joy. He moved with the speed of greased lightning, serve every single newcomer almost as soon as they sat down. He had just returned to behind the bar to hear[@Dannyrulx]order, "Aye one Manhattan cocktail coming up! Anything else I can get ye lad?" He made and placed the drink close to the man. Snarf gave a slow look across the tavern and a large smile crept across his face, Ahhh how this reminded him of the days the Tavern first started, there was so much action! His concentration was broken when a familiar voice called out from one of the corner tables, [color=00aeef]"Hey Snarf! I could use a wee bit o' whiskey over here."[/color] The soft ,soothing, light Irish accent flowed across the Tavern floor. Snarf turned his head to see a smiling red haired human male, in a suit. "Be right there Thomas, where are ye guards if I may be so bold as to ask?" Snarf called back to the man, the response he received was two intimidating men walk up and stand at the entrances to the corner booth that Thomas had set himself in. Snarf just sighed as he got an empty glass and a bottle of whiskey which he handed to one of the suited bodyguards.