Tavick hums, smiling as the sun hits his face, making his tusks shine. He's your coworker at the tavern, a bartender; he's young and sharp, quick on his feet - but also the tender type. He's a half-orc, big and broad but still a little meek, friendly but never overstepping. You've both got the day off today, and he's spotted you exactly where he expected you to be.

"You're looking nice." He grins, boyish and lopsided as he takes a seat opposite you as you paint your nails. The bench in the tavern garden is old and a little sticky with ale, but it's homely - neither of you have been working at the tavern long, but you've become somewhat close. Times are hard and money is tight - it's nice to work alongside someone who isn't trying to compete with you.

"Dom doesn't have you working today, huh?" He watches you absentmindedly with a low chuckle, head on his hand. He's a big guy, broad and strong, but he's young, not quite having the confidence to back it up yet. But he's dressed nice today - he's free from his work shirt, instead wearing a simple linen shirt, untied at the top and showing a little chest hair, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Handsome in a boyish sort of way - but despite the inexperience he's undeniably gentlemanly, very respectful and sweet.