25th of Summer, 516 A.V. | Speech | Thoughts
Perhaps the first thing Oswald noticed about The Spot was how absolutely crowded it was. Bodies crammed into the tavern-ship from wall-to-wall, lining near every table and filling up the well-stocked bar. Dim candle lights illuminated the dining areas with a warm glow and painted the patron's shadows on the wall. Excited chatter bounced through the smoky air, ricocheting through conversations both serious and benign until it slipped out from one of the many open windows on the ship.
Oswald weaved his way through the traffic of bodies filtering in and out of the tavern, uttering many "excuse me"s and "sorry"s as he trudged onward. The nervous energy which had possessed him not a few days prior seemed to shift into genuine excitement. Even with his clumsy way about him and his general absent-mindedness, their was a certain sharpness about Oswald. A palpable sense of drive infected his gait and the young mage moved with purpose towards the bar.
"Excuse me-"
"Ma'am if I could have but a moment-"
"Please miss, if it isn't any trouble-"
Huffing, Oswald screwed up his face in frustration as his attempts to garner the barmaid's attention fell flat. Not one to give up easily, the skinny man attempted to force his way into the barrier of bodies which lined the bar. Waving the slip of paper bearing a job request which brought him here in the first place, Oswald managed to slip in between two particularly hefty patrons with some effort.
"Sorry," he said quietly under the two men's heavy glares. Both of them issued some sort of muffled grunt of acknowledgement before turning back to their conversation. Luckily, this small disruption was enough to garner the busy bartender's notice.
"Can I help you?" she asked with a sunny yet strained smile on her face.
"Oh-well, yes actually! I have this slip of paper, well job really. I mean, the paper isn't the job but has the job on it...I'm rambling aren't I?" Oswald took a second to breath and calm his nerves. "I would like to post a job."
The women laughed loudly at Oswald's verbal floundering, causing a confused expression to pop up on the man's face.
I didn't say anything funny, did I? Strange how often that's been happening with service staff recently.
"Alright, alright," she said between short spurts of giggles. "What's the job and how much does it pay?"
"It's...um," Oswald paused for a moment, checking the sheet he wrote on as a reminder. "Tailoring! I need tailoring done for a set of teacher's robes. For the price, I was thinking fifty gold..."
He paused at the bartender's surprised look.
"Too high? Well, I suppose I could be argued down lower. Does twenty-five sound better?"
She shook her head.
"Twenty?"
Again, she declined.
"You drive a hard bargain miss. Does fifteen sound more to your liking?"
At the woman's confident nod he continued.
"Yes, fifteen gold mizas for a sturdy set of teacher's robes. Could you post that to the job board please?" Oswald held out the slip of paper just in case she forgot like he was liable to.
She smiled and nodded once more before taking the parchment and flitting off to the wall of requests. Confident in her abilities, Oswald again squeezed between the two large men which obscured his exit and scouted out the tavern for an open seat. It took a few minutes of minutes of patience and dedicated searching, but the teacher-to-be finally spied an empty booth secreted away on the far side of the drinking-barge. Sitting down, Oswald watched the board and waited eagerly for the results of his request.
Oswald weaved his way through the traffic of bodies filtering in and out of the tavern, uttering many "excuse me"s and "sorry"s as he trudged onward. The nervous energy which had possessed him not a few days prior seemed to shift into genuine excitement. Even with his clumsy way about him and his general absent-mindedness, their was a certain sharpness about Oswald. A palpable sense of drive infected his gait and the young mage moved with purpose towards the bar.
"Excuse me-"
"Ma'am if I could have but a moment-"
"Please miss, if it isn't any trouble-"
Huffing, Oswald screwed up his face in frustration as his attempts to garner the barmaid's attention fell flat. Not one to give up easily, the skinny man attempted to force his way into the barrier of bodies which lined the bar. Waving the slip of paper bearing a job request which brought him here in the first place, Oswald managed to slip in between two particularly hefty patrons with some effort.
"Sorry," he said quietly under the two men's heavy glares. Both of them issued some sort of muffled grunt of acknowledgement before turning back to their conversation. Luckily, this small disruption was enough to garner the busy bartender's notice.
"Can I help you?" she asked with a sunny yet strained smile on her face.
"Oh-well, yes actually! I have this slip of paper, well job really. I mean, the paper isn't the job but has the job on it...I'm rambling aren't I?" Oswald took a second to breath and calm his nerves. "I would like to post a job."
The women laughed loudly at Oswald's verbal floundering, causing a confused expression to pop up on the man's face.
I didn't say anything funny, did I? Strange how often that's been happening with service staff recently.
"Alright, alright," she said between short spurts of giggles. "What's the job and how much does it pay?"
"It's...um," Oswald paused for a moment, checking the sheet he wrote on as a reminder. "Tailoring! I need tailoring done for a set of teacher's robes. For the price, I was thinking fifty gold..."
He paused at the bartender's surprised look.
"Too high? Well, I suppose I could be argued down lower. Does twenty-five sound better?"
She shook her head.
"Twenty?"
Again, she declined.
"You drive a hard bargain miss. Does fifteen sound more to your liking?"
At the woman's confident nod he continued.
"Yes, fifteen gold mizas for a sturdy set of teacher's robes. Could you post that to the job board please?" Oswald held out the slip of paper just in case she forgot like he was liable to.
She smiled and nodded once more before taking the parchment and flitting off to the wall of requests. Confident in her abilities, Oswald again squeezed between the two large men which obscured his exit and scouted out the tavern for an open seat. It took a few minutes of minutes of patience and dedicated searching, but the teacher-to-be finally spied an empty booth secreted away on the far side of the drinking-barge. Sitting down, Oswald watched the board and waited eagerly for the results of his request.