The young man listened intently, his blue eyes no longer wandering. No one knew a tavern better than its keep and Seth was keen for this job and intelligent enough to pay attention. Things she said now would no doubt be critical at a later time. His smile faded while Dulcie talked, but only so that he could nibble his lip a little as she painted a picture of what working at the Dagger would be like. He didn't seem too concerned when it came to surviving the job, though his brows arched together briefly. He was just a simple human after all. She would get a better reaction as she described the myriad of clientele, so much more interesting than what he was used to. The exorbitant benefits surprised him and his brows rose towards his hairline. He hadn't been expecting such all-inclusive compensation, and that even lodgings were part of the deal was almost suspiciously generous.
Nodding, he fished deep into a pocket on the inside of the jacket. "I'd like to think of myself as better than oblivious to the hazards of catering to a crowd like that, but this talk of centaurs and werewolves only makes me that much more eager for the position. Not a popular view in this town I'm sure, but a critical one for a bartender who intends to last longer than a season, I think. With such excellent pay I'm a little surprised you've had so much trouble hanging on to your staff. But I say, more fool them."
He smiled at the final question and produced another piece of paper and held it out for her, this one folded similarly to the first but noticeably older and scrawled in a mean hand. "I didn't say, but I hope this will be better than just a name. If you're willing, my only question would be when I can start."
It was a letter of recommendation. Or at least, something that might pass for one in a place like Myrken. Seth was a little embarrassed about the poor hand of his previous employer, but he believed in the posterity behind the letter enough to hand it over anyways.
To Hoom it Maye Concern,
This is a leter of recomendayshun for Sethry Ledgant. This young man has worked for my tavern these last nineteene months. He aint a big lad but he has more brayns than most. He knows his likors well and is always polight to my patrons, espeshully the odder ones. He gets along with the mayds, mayhap a litle too well at times, and if he steals any from my till I aint able to tell. He may not want to work in a bar forever but at leest he dont wayste my time while hes here. Im sore sad to lose him and its my hope he'll go on to find more work as soon as he can. My regards.
Stan Morris
The Serpents Head Inn n' Tavern
Oakhollow