It had been a relatively busy day, which was a good thing. I was going to need the extra cash to get my uniform dry-cleaned. The newcomer had finally come back from the bathroom. I had since added various new wine stains and a brown sauce to my ensemble. A few of the new warriors still thought it was good fun to get rip-roaring drunk and obnoxious. At least the brown sauce was mostly on my apron and my shift was almost over anyway. I'd have to remember to give Hrist a call when I finally got to leave this joint for the night.

I make my way back over. He's sitting there eating rather peckishly or at least in a largely more dignified manner than I would have thought, not to mention clean, now. I wonder why he didn't elect to change into one of the other suits provided. I bet ol' Altman was out taking a smoke break. "Is everything alright," I ask with a smile. "You didn't specify what you'd like. I took the liberty to order what most the newly chosen choose." And we're back to the look of confusion. "The ale is a mircobrew made right here. You can't tell me that at least wasn't good."

He nods and waves off the comment. So the food and ale wasn't the problem. "Is there something else I can get for you or explain...?" I pretty much wish I had rephrased the question once it left my mouth as questions start to spill out faster than I could possibly answer...