"You are free to choose,"
Cylus 8, 720
Soren had been keeping a watchful eye, on both rooms of his tavern the last few days. He had always been a people watcher, but now it was his focus. Because he was looking for someone. Not someone specific, but rather someone to prove themselves able to fulfill something he needed.
Today Soren was in the back room of the tavern, watching as the third massive brawl of the night died down and people began buying the losers their consolation beers. Good business and sportsmanship that rule was. Soren was letting his bartenders do most of the busy work, but Soren was mingling when he saw a new face approach. With some, he delivered the drinks, others he welcomed to the bar. Some he sent to the vomit bucket and others he cheered on a story.
But his heart wasn't truly in it.
He was a man on a mission and he needed to solve it soon. It didn't help that the tavern was sleep deprived, plagued by a new ghost. She was relentless. Soren wasn't sure what to do about her yet. He still had a Sigviind problem on his hands though he was playing a longer game on that one. It would have to wait, no matter how much it chewed at him. He had a theater not yet open, so effectively a money pit, a gamble. He had a property he still needed to finalize the purchase of. Which led him to now.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose.
What was he doing?
Why was he being so passive? He wasn't thinking straight, clearly. Enough was enough.
Time to do take this fucking seriously. He grabbed a jug of whiskey, move around the bar, to his reserved stool. The stool no one dared to sit on for fear of having their face beaten in and a lifetime ban implemented. He sat down, thunking the jug down loudly on the bar, garnering the attention of those in the immediate vicinity.
Loudly, so the room could hear, even over the normally loud rabble going on. "Barkeep!" Shelly Belly approached, "A tower of glasses please." Shelly was quick to produce the glasses, which weren't normally available here, due to the propensity of fighting. But the stack was provided anyways. Soren grabbed the topmost glass, set it down, and poured a whiskey in it. The room silent, watched and waited. "I have coin for someone willing to work. You have one glass, shared with me, to prove to me you're deserving of the job I have for you." He looked to Shelly, "Once I'm drunk, cut me off. Interviews end then."
Shelly nodded, and she would take it seriously. It wasn't the first time she'd had to enforce that upon her employer, per his request. Soren grabbed his drink, holding it up, "Who is first?"
"But you are not free from the consequences."