Isaac had complete control of the bar and complete control of the birds hanging all over the bar like vultures. That's unkind, Eli immediately thought. He glanced over his shoulder toward the bar. Okay, so they weren't vultures...more like pigeons hoping to get a crumb of bread tossed at them. Eli shook his head and wound his way through the tables, looking to see if anyone needed a drink or a plate of food.
He noticed a woman with dark hair. She sat alone at an empty table. "Welcome to Pendragon's Pub," he said and smiled down at her. "Can I get anything for you?"