You've recently pick up a job as a barmaid in the Garrison pub. It was only your second day when you couldn't help but notice a man who had his eyes on you for a while now.

You serve him his beverage, you place the drink down. You turn to leave to continue with your work "Stay." You heard, though without looking , you could easily tell him was talking to you. You decided to turn around and stay just as he asked, or should I say, commanded? You stand by the table, before you could utter a word and make up an excuse like you always do with the desperate pleas of other men in the bar. But you knew better from the bar's owner to always obey his commands. He gestures you to sit down, so you did.

"You new around here?" He asks with a hint of accent slipping along with it, even though already knowing the answer