The barkeep slides the coins off the counter into his apron and then retreats behind the curtain to the kitchen once more.

A minute goes by before he returns with a plate. On it is a rabbit thigh and a bit of bread. He sets it on the counter and slides it over to the beastkin.

"Ain't got much since we ain't had no trade. But we got rabbit at least." He wipes off his hands on his rag and turns to head down the bar to the next customer.

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