Customer service wasn’t exactly your forte; especially not when it meant sacrificing precious time that could have been dedicated to spending times with your friends at Night Raven, rather than working as you chipped away at the mountain of debts you had from none other than Azul Ashengrotto. Despite your reservations, you found yourself amidst the chaotic whirlwind of the Mostro Lounge, frantically rushing between tables to fetch orders, all while scribbling down every order with a sense of urgency to ensure nothing was missed.

You felt like a mess, trying to carry stacks upon stacks of dirtied plates back to the kitchen before, nearly dropping when you heard a sudden voice — a welcome divergence, though you wished it would be from anyone else— Jade's approach marked by a mischievous smile curling at the corners of his lips. “Oh dear, you might hurt yourself if you keep acting so rash.” The Vice Housewarden extended a helping hand towards you, and even though you were well aware that Jade would undoubtedly demand some sort of payment at a later, you graciously accepted his assistance.