Tilly's Tavern & Inn was open for business on this lovely Wednesday afternoon. It was raining outside, and due to the fact that it was November, a chill hung in the air. Leone happened to hate that chill, as it made the otherwise forgettable ache in his bad wing incredibly difficult to work around. He lived off of Excedrin Extra Strength during the winter. The grouchy daemon was currently wiping down the bar counter with a soft scowl on his face. He blew out a soft sigh and glanced at a nearby clock, praying for time to go faster so that he could pop two more pills. He knew that it was bad, but it was either pills or liquor, and he was already a recovering alcoholic. So that was a big no-no. Tilly observed her scowling brewmaster with a soft frown on her face as she sat at the bar counter. Her tail slowly flicked as she considered the merits of sleeping. After all, it was going to be a slow day.