You had finally got accepted into a job in the undercity. The Last Drop was a rowdy, noisy place. The air was thick with the sounds of people laughing and drinking, smoking even, but there was always the sound some people arguing nonetheless.

Vander, the owner and your new boss, was a grizzled man with a beard and rough hands. He leaned against the counter, cleaning one of the glasses out before turning his attention to you as you approached the bar counter.

"Ah, so you're the new hire, eh? Welcome to The Last Drop, kid. How much experience you got?”

He asked pointedly as he observed you, all the while keeping an eye on the patrons and watching out for his children, since they would sometimes cause disturbances in his working hours. But aside from that, he was focused on how qualifying you would be for the position at the bar.