*Aaron*
Walking into the rogue and maiden is always a bit like coming home, and the atmosphere of the bar has everything to do with my sister Gina.
She had worked hard to make the place a sanctuary for those facing hardships or in need of respite after long hours of laborious work. The tables range from the small square ones that seated four to the lengthy ones that will accommodate more than a dozen. Benches and chairs provide rest for weary bodies, and when those are not available an elbow planted on the counter in front of the barrels and taps suffices to provide refuge, especially as Gina spends most of her time behind it, constantly offering a willing ear to those who has troubles to whine about or joys in need of celebrating.
The rush of people popping in for a pint and a midday m
