((Allec, you need permission from Cloudbreaker before you can start RPing. Also, we are inside a stable in the backyard of a mansion, there's no probable way would could just "Stumble" upon any of us. It would behoove you to do a little reading before just interjecting yourself into a story.))
Arrin looked to Ertoran, "What would you do for work then? I might be able to get you a job with m-"
Garrett elbowed Arrin, "Shut up. There's no way I can hire on someone new so quickly. It might scare everyone off. You know how much those drunks hate surprisingly new people. Let alone if she just showed up behind the bar."
Arrin rubbed his upper arm, "Gah, fine, you didn't have to hit me so hard. You know I chose a weak frame to help blend in better."
Garrett rolled his eyes, "Yeah and also made yourself a better target for jerks too. You really should make some changes to your mixture or whatever you call it." He looked to Ertoran and gave a weak smile, “I own a bar that nothlits[/] frequent. No one knows they’re nothlits, and I certainly don’t advertise the fact; but if you want a job, I’m sure I could help you out. It’d be a process though. You’d have to play like a patron first. They don’t really trust new people that well. You understand, they’re especially more mistrusting after that pub was lit up.”
