As if on queue, the pitter-patter of the rain falling on the slate and wood roof began to lessen and then eventually died out completely.many of the patrons in the taproom began to pack their belongings up and pay their tabs. Some even drop a handful of coins on the tables and exit without bothering with their change...leaving a tip you suspect.

More people filter in and take the newly vacant chairs, and more move off into the archway, connecting the General Goods store next door. The sun doesn't quite peek out, but the skies do slightly lighten up.