"Good Gods, one at a time, all of you!" For a moment, the man sitting at the table looked absolutely horrified at the sheer number of people who had just entered the conversation. However, he quickly regained his composure, pointedly shaking his head as though to snap himself free of an illusion. Brushing a little more dust from his coat, he debonairly declared, "Myself first, naturally. You say you're looking for employees? Well, my name is Nikolai Petrilio, and as it happens, I am an engineer, dedicated to providing swift solutions to even the most complex quandaries. Yet, before I enlist, another question; how do you intend to ensure that all members are equally, or, gods forbid, more dedicated to providing excellent goods and services? I wouldn't want my incredible inventions to be associated with some peddler's junk, after all."
At that moment, a youngish looking hyur barmaid with long blonde hair wrapped into a bun arrived at the table looking awfully wary of the boisterous man who had emerged from the privy and knocked aside another of her co-workers. She chimed in with a somewhat forced cheeriness, "Welcome t' tha Wench. Can I get y'all an ale? Best in town." She looked around the table expectantly, and her eyes quickly met with Nikolai's, who looked to be doing his best to look charming, but with his messy hair, dirty coat, and strained expression, he instead appeared quite frazzled to her. She had gotten pretty good at reading her customers and whether they might leave a nice tip, but she wasn't sure about this one. She would work her charms as best she could, taking comfort in that at least, with what would surely be a large order, she would likely get a fair amount anyway.
"No thanks; I'd like some mead, myself, and then whatever my two associates here would like," said Nikolai dismissively, motioning to Antrekk and the proprietor. The woman nodded, making note of his order on a pad with an extravagant quillpen and waiting patiently for the remaining orders.
At that moment, a youngish looking hyur barmaid with long blonde hair wrapped into a bun arrived at the table looking awfully wary of the boisterous man who had emerged from the privy and knocked aside another of her co-workers. She chimed in with a somewhat forced cheeriness, "Welcome t' tha Wench. Can I get y'all an ale? Best in town." She looked around the table expectantly, and her eyes quickly met with Nikolai's, who looked to be doing his best to look charming, but with his messy hair, dirty coat, and strained expression, he instead appeared quite frazzled to her. She had gotten pretty good at reading her customers and whether they might leave a nice tip, but she wasn't sure about this one. She would work her charms as best she could, taking comfort in that at least, with what would surely be a large order, she would likely get a fair amount anyway.
"No thanks; I'd like some mead, myself, and then whatever my two associates here would like," said Nikolai dismissively, motioning to Antrekk and the proprietor. The woman nodded, making note of his order on a pad with an extravagant quillpen and waiting patiently for the remaining orders.
This topic is under Nikolai's control. You cannot obtain crystals in this topic.
Nikolai is on the rise.
Nikolai is on the rise.
