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Dag was snoozing in the corner when his waiter intuiton struck. He lifted his head waking himself from his light snooze. Once he fully regained conscienceness he saw a young man standing waiting to be served. This man had light grey hair from the distance he was at, Dag appeared infront of him.

"What can I get for you? Would you like a seat? My name is Dag, and I am your server this fine evening."

Dag said in a old, raspy voice. He then stood there shifting his weight to his cane, waiting for the order.

Something of a figure would be seen coming forth through the tavern doors, a rather healthy looking figure, not showing many signs of fatigue, or ache from the long walk. All that could be seen for the moment had been a the long strands of midnight black, and two flickering jade orbs, peering from beneath the curtain of midnight black.

The arms looked to be quite beautifully sculpted, and toned, as did most of his body, or atleast what was visible, as the figure had been dressed in something of a tattered, worn black cloak, the hood drawn up over the young man's head.

Held within hand, had been something of a rather well worn staff, looking as though it had seen many encounters, and had fought in many battles, though the weapon would remain sturdy as could be; though upon the lad's back, could be something quite interesting, a case of sorts, really, though judging from the size it would possibly be something of a Viola, an instrument he most adored.

Dag was cheery to see this young mans spunk. He hadnt seen someone with is nature since the war had stopped, so with no hesitation Dag began to speak.

"Well, I can get you the Ale and the spirit. But the big breasted women your going to have to come up with, simply because looking at me I am not one to be picking up girls for anyone. Ill return soon with a list of room for you, as well as your drinks. Your a little short on the drinks, but the difference is on me."

Dag turned and walked behind the bar and retireved a dark stout from tap, he assmued that this character would like to bite the bullet. After that he poured a shot of whiskey into a small glass. Grabbing the list of room he went back to where the man was, and handed him the drinks and the menu of rooms.

Just as Dag finished tending to this young mans needs. He suddenly appeared behind the bar, and infront of the new visiot that was sitting infront of him, he had a staff that was resting next to him and a sort of box that was resting against the bar. Dag looked at this man, ans said

"What can I get for you, traveller? My name is Dag, and Illl serve you today.""

He then looked past him to see if his other patron was requesting help, he couldnt see any signs so he placed his attention back to the one infront of him. After doing so he could hear the man ask for a cup of water. He retrieved this glass of water and put it on the counter infront of him.

"Good clean well water. Tiranoc recieves the freshest rains in all of Valhalla. What would your name be traveller?"

*he smiled a bit and ruffled his wings*
Do you by chance know where the smithy is? so that i might inquire about the position...

And you are most correct, the thousand is entirely to expensive for me.. perhaps I will see about building my own flat to live in

She smiled kindly at the man in front of her the one who asked where the smith might be. "Well, I believe one lives down the rode from here," she then looked over to the new customer she decided to help her now as she moved over to the table she was sitting at. "Hello, what might I get you," she said with a soft smile on her lips as always.

Sam sighed as she walked quickly into the tavern where she worked. She was so late she forgot about the time. She ran a hand though her raven black hair. Her deep brown eyes looking around quickly, "I am so sorry I am late Akida." Sam walked behind the bar, and at the same time tying her hair up into a ponytail so it wasn't in her face. She garbed an apron off a hook by the door behind the bar, soon putting it on. Tying it into a nice bow in the back and she was set, moving into the door. After all she was to chef.

She looked at a few parchments that where set on a small table in the kitchen. She read all of them quickly making sure she knew how to make all of them and nodded. She first started on the fish, though she really didn't like to make the fish it was her job. She took out of a small cooling box full of ice, a wrapped up pack of fillet. She took two of them out setting them on a table to get seasoned. She put the rest of the fish away, and began to season the fish with flour, along with slat and other seasons.

She did both and put them on a flat piece of wood, moving over to a fireplace that held a large fire. She set the fish by the fire not close enough to burn them. Though it cooked them, and it seemed the wood wasn't burning. She turned the fish over a few times, on the wood as they cooked. She waited for a while, though soon they where well done and she moved the wood away from the fire. She set it on a table, taking a wooden plate and setting the fish on it. She took in a deep breath as they where done, she added the utensils that where also wooden except the knife. She set the plate down on a serving table. She rang a little bell to signal that a meal was cooked.

Finishing the water, the young man soon grabbed up his staff, and viola, bringing the strap about his shoulders, before he would head off towards that of the tavern's exit, nodding his head in thanks to Dag.

Giving something of a slight bow of the head, he would call out over his shoulder towards the man: "Thank you for the water, Sir; if you need me..I shall be working on my Blacksmith's Shop...Farewell, and take care."