The Old Spears house is now, for all intent’s and purposes, open for business, and even has a tenant in one of the upstairs rooms. the bartender however, needs more work.
Pengi #99 had returned from advanced mixing classes, and after being assured his lack of thumbs, fingers, and anything other than iron flippers would not impede his mixing, I put him to work behind the bar, I ordered a rum. the avian construct went to work, pouring me, a whiskey. Miss Eslan had stopped in and after ordering an absynthe, received….a rum.
It could be an error in his cognigator, or it could just be the amount of liquor he’d already imbibed himelf, but reguardless, it appears he’ll need some work before he can get drink orders right.
I should of just hired a zombie.