Temitia

Temitia's perpetual, toothy grin sees a resurgence as she spots her new companions. She approaches their table, a dirty-but-barely-washed-enough mug in each hand and a third gripped by her tail and held at her waist, spilling small amounts of precious booze with each eager step.

"Hey!" She exclaims happily, "Glad you all made it! Might as well celebrate a little before we start work, huh?"

She unceremoniously drops the mugs in front of the nearest folk who haven't been supplied with alcohol yet, before dropping into an open chair. She turns and glances at the bar, spotting another red skinned woman happily and imprecisely cleaning a mug while chatting up some bar flies.

"Looks like Tess is running the place right now. Maybe I can get you guys some free drinks, huh?"