Aurelian was behind the bar, a place one could often find the owner of the Paradise manning. He wore many hats when it came to keeping the place going from making the liquor in stills to brewing the beer to carpentry fixing things within and outside the building. And of course handling the customers. He was used to it all and seemed to relish the work. His eyes took in the latest customer. A young woman he did not recognize and he knew an awful lot of folk in Brea. If not by name, at least by face. But every stranger was a potential customer.
He moved down the bar toward her, "Hey there. Can I help you any?"
The odds were the woman did not know how things worked in Paradise. So he always liked to explain the workings to the new folk. She was easy on the eyes too, that helped.
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