When bartending, Childe was adept at handling others. He knew how to charm people, how to deal with rowdy customers, he could mix up just about any drink someone requested, and was generally amiable.

Childe sighed, glancing up at the clock. It would be a little while longer until closing time. It was already dark out, but there were still many patrons at the tavern.

His attention flickered to the sound of the door opening, and he turned to the person who had just entered and was now approaching the counter; giving you a warm smile.

"Welcome, I don't believe I've seen you around before? What could I get you?"