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Aleix Fornals has been the bartender at this tavern for three years now. He was more than a little worried when a random noblewoman not even from Westcrown showed up and an hour later the owner announced that she owned it, and he was going to be leaving the city for a few months, and might come back and buy it from her when the convention was done.
The second thing she told him was that there would be a genuine Caydenite priest tending bar starting next week, but this was fine because the first thing she told him was that she was expecting to pick up a lot more custom and he should expect to need company behind the bar. The third thing was that the custom was convention delegates, which was... not great, really. But it's still safer than the old mayor's city was, and she's putting some guards outside the bouncer can call in, so it's probably alright.
One of them's guarding the stairs and there's some fancy meeting planned back there. It is officially Not Aleix's Fucking Business and that's all he cares about.
Lunch was the reopening, and yeah it looked pretty busy. Dinner's just starting and the guy from the archduchess said the convention ended for the day, so the rush might be coming now. His nephew, who's kind of a layabout but is good enough to help out behind the bar, skated in just a minute before Aleix told him to start working. Let's... see how this goes.
