The pile of dirty dishes was cleaned in not time. Stacked neatly off to the side, sparkling as if they were brand new. Or it seemed like that, the illusion caused by the flickering candle light on the residue film of water still left on the surface waiting to be air dried. Even new dishes coming into the kitchen from the tavern floor were processed lickity split, just rinsing them over with waterbending is all that is needed. It may not be the most hygienic but there is no food inspectors here.

Heck, at least the dishes are being washed at all, I bet the cheaper places like food stalls on the side of the roads don't even bother cleaning their equipment at all. I'm pretty sure one time I was walking through the market place, I saw someone tripped causing their groceries to fall all over the filthy ground but picked them up and wiped off the dirt. Then they continued on their way like nothing happened.

So I don't need to have these dirty dishes weigh on my conscious.

Once finished with all the plates, bowls, and cups, I replaced the water in washing trough. I lifted the water up with my bending into spheres, ball by ball sent them splashing out in the alley out back. After filling the trough with new water from a nearby barrel which is for various purposes in this kitchen, I figured out that I was no longer needed in this room anymore. And I was not the only one who thought so.

[Madam] Rose while chopping some vegetables for the numerous meals she is preparing at the same time without even looking up says, "If you're done here, bring some of these out to the tables in the back." She references to the dishes off to her right. "They're the table with the unruly party."

"Unruly?"

She stops for a second, "Oh you right, it is per chaos out there, all of them are unruly." She continues with her work. "They are the ones playing darts while using their [tank's] wooden shield as a target with her still holding it. If you see the booth with the twig of a boy that some how have a bunch of women fawning all over him, you gone too far."

"Ok." I responded and picked up the dishes. The last part did not come across my mind until I was right at the door.

Wait, a boy with a lot of women that want him, that sounds like a harem protagonist.

My musing was then cut short once I pushed the door open as the murmuring I heard in the kitchen turned into overwhelming wave of sound as everyone was trying to talk over one another. Practically all the tables were occupied and the floor was completely packed with people standing and bustling around.

There were many sounds of cheers like woahs and hollers as many were just happy to drink and get drunk. Talking about drunks, a few were already wasted and passed out with their unconscious bodies strewn about randomly. While walking through the crowds avoiding bumping others with a couple "excuse me"s and "pardon me"s to prevent dropping the dishes I was carrying, I even stepped over one that was laying in their own vomit on the floor.

I'll have to clean that up later. I wonder how much barf I would need to clean up by the end of the night with all the alcohol these people were rapidly consuming. It is like they are stranded in some kind of desert and this beer is the precious water they are desperate for.

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Miss Rose would say something along the lines of 'Well, lets this place be their oasis and empty their coin pouches for us.'

*Ding*

"If you missed the shield one more time, I'll bash you over the head with it and I will not miss!" yelled by a women in heavy plate armor, not fully covered but many of the open spaces between the metal pieces were replaced with well quality leather. With her helmet off on the table on the table to her side, her rough face were revealed with its intimidating scar on her right cheek and unkept long blonde hair. Held in front of her was her shield with a worn and chipped imagery of a chimeric beast, its design reminded me of those ancient Greek hoplite shields. There were some crossbow bolts loosely pierced on the surface with a few on the floor. One of them was strown off to her left as if it bounced off of her shoulder pauldron.

"Sorry." replied a man dressed like a normal [laborer] a couple tables away with a bolt in one of his hands. The people around him looked at him, judging him since he should have known better to piss off a higher leveled [adventurer]. As he backed off to no longer be in the spot light and free himself of this embarrassment, he briefly revealed behind him was a booth filled with gorgeous women of different appearances and hair colors with all their attention on some think with spikey black hair.

Huh, an actual isekai harem protagonist. I did not knew they existed. I thought they were as fictional as the stories they were from. Now I wonder what they see in him?

"It seems like it is my turn then. Let me show you guys a [Sharpshooter] can do."

A man in a long, black trench coat in what looks like a badass [cowboy] walked out of the crowd. He lifted his crossbow aiming blank at the [tank]. The bolt lit with magical flames out of nowhere and he pulled the trigger. The bolt whooshed throughout the air, the fire flaring along with it until it hit dead center onto the shield where the blaze extinguished right after scorching the paint.

The tavern erupted into cheers afterwards congratulating him for his win.

"How did you did that?" I said out loud not expecting anyone to respond but turned out to be wrong.

"Hmm, what did you said." He turned and looked in my direction.

"Oh, um." I was caught off guard, "I have you food here." I brought up the dishes so they could see.

"Just put them on the table, thanks by the way." Responded the armored women with pointing at the table next to her.

"Ok." I said and went over to the table and placed the dishes down.

The [cowboy] repeated his previous question, "But what did you said earlier?"

"Oh, it was nothing. I was just wondering how you did that."

Once I finished talking, he gain a look of pride. "Oh that. It is no big deal. Just a little [Fire Arrow]. Something that I figured out on my own."

"Hah, you figured out on you own." I heard laughing behind me, turning around revealed a robbed [mage] of some kind sitting on the other side of the table, already digging in the food in front of him. "I taught you that [skill] and it took you like a month to learn it." He says and then shoves his fork into his mouth.

The [cowboy] starts to pout at that statement. He responded, "It was not a month, it was two weeks and a half."

"You learnt a [mage] [skill] when you are not one yourself?" I asked.

With a new source of praise, his demeanor changed, "Oh that? Many [classes] have overlapping [skills] so anyone can practically learn it. Or any [ranger] [classes] can."

With that sentence done, he then started to converse with the rest of the crowd but that got me thinking during the rest of the long night.

Maybe I could learn the water version of it. [Water Arrow] seems like a good combat [skill]. I do need more offensive abilities if I'm going to be an [adventurer]. This would be a great place to start.