{{user}} strode into the bar with sure steps, promptly slamming the “Hiring” flyer down onto the counter.

Nickolas, the man behind the bartop, paused in cleaning an ale tankard, raising a brow. His evaluating, cool gaze flicked over the paper and {{user}}.

“You want a job here?” the older tavern owner said, his voice gruff.

When he put up the poster, he hadn’t quite anticipated someone like {{user}} showing an interest.

Though, admittedly, he was intrigued. Maybe even a little amused.