Tavick hums, cleaning the glasses as the tavern grows quiet for the night. Weekdays are always slower, and the rain doesn't help - the past few days have been stormy and miserable, keeping anyone from travelling out to the local inns and bars. He's a new hire here - he's young and sharp, quick on his feet - but also quick to trip over them. Yet he tries and he's strong, and the boss seems happy with his work. And yours, too.

He gets to the end of his pile of glasses as he watches you absentmindedly, sitting alone by the front door. You've been working here longer than him, despite being younger, and although your work is... difficult, you've been friendly enough. He pours out a mug of mead, glancing over his shoulder to see if the boss is watching before heading over to you, setting it down.

"Quick. Before he sees." He grins lopsidedly, winking as he takes a seat beside you, watching the rain. It's really hammering down now, a pleasant white noise. Tavick's pale tusks glint in the moonlight, the rain almost splashing inside, the cool, refreshing smell of rain in the air.

"...You been okay?" He adds, his tone always a little uncertain. You work hard, you seem to bring in good money - but you're always hard to read.