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Heading over to meet Father Manowar in his room, Moritz wondered what the owner of the place wanted. On his way up to see him Moritz had tried to ponder over this, but he could not think of anything specific. He had not had any unusual complaints about the food he made. He also did not expect any big changes to come to their menu, in fact he had mixed things up more than anything when comparing to the basic menu the place had. With that in mind what he was wanted for was unclear. Finally reaching the room Moritz mentally shrugged to himself before knocking on the door.
Once the man asked Moritz to enter Moritz headed inside, looking around for a moment at the mans room and office. There was a desk where some writing was likely done, but at the moment Father Manowar was going through various locked chests and things with locks. Moritz silently waited while his boss went through a few things, before finally locking a chest and turning back to examine Moritz."So, Moritz... You've been working as a cook for awhile. But I hear your a decent hand at fighting. Any interest in taking on a job as a guard? We just had one... Well, lets just say they are no longer available... Anyways, any interest?"
A bit surprised by the mans question, Moritz shrugged initially in response to the mans question. Did he want to change jobs? And did he want to be a guard? He had worked at the Fish long enough to know that by Sunberthian standards Father Manowar was a pretty good and honest guy. He had some sketchy bits to him, but overall he was a decent person. Not good nor bad really, just decent. Which by Sunberth standards was almost the best one could hope for.
"A guard? I mean, I know a bit about fighting, I've had some training before... Though, what exactly would I be doing?"
At that the proprietor smiled for a moment while looking at the Kelvic, before letting out a sigh and responding. "Lets see. Well, basically you would be a guard. Mostly you would be working here, inside and around this building. If someone gets too drunk or unruly, toss them out. Or if someone gets violent, take care of them and stop them from damaging the facilities or workers. I guess protect the patrons to, if possible, but only after the facilities and workers. Uh, what else... Oh, when the workers go on supply trips a guard goes with them to make sure they don't get robbed or attacked. Basically a guard is responsible for making sure the facilities, workers, and other goods owned by this place, aren't harmed or run off with. How does that sound?"
Pausing again for a moment Moritz thought over what the man had said, trying to come to a decision. He had been a bit caught off guard by the sudden request, and was puzzling it over when Father Manowar added one final detail. "Oh, and it pays a lot better than your old job. So, what do you think, interested?"
After a few more moments pause Moritz nodded, extending a hand to the man who ran the place. With a grin Father Manowar shook Moritz grip back, before pointing at the door. "Well good, get to it. I need you on the job now, like I said we're short a man..."
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