The day began with yet another caravan of traders and merchants passing by through the Dead Horse Inn. Workers began loading bundles of clinking bottles filled with liquor. It was a good amount of product that was sold and fetched more than a decent sum of guilders. Yet the man merely fiddled with his spectacles looking quite stone faced as he let his hand give way to the heft of the guilders. "It was a pleasure doing business with you." was he all he said before leaving. His earning would be piecemealed away once he got purchasing his supplies but it would be decent and he wasn't terribly greedy.

Elsewhere in the village all other manner of activity was happening. There was news that the Sentinels were once again looking for new recruits. There was also a crafts show going on later in the day. There was also talk of some families giving their goodbyes to their children who had decided to pursue knowledge in some distant academy or college others who left to be adventurers or soldiers in pursuit of something more thrilling. Other than that there was no excitement happening, and yet that's how people liked it. Only thing of real concern was bad weather and monsters; weather's been real good and people have proper stockpiles and the sentinels were doing their jobs and so far not a peep of any rampaging monster.

Emil stared forlornly at the Sentinel HQ for what must have been thew dozenth time this week. Just like always he almost managed to work up the nerve to go inside, and just like always found himself to cowardly too do so. This had been a common occurrence only within the last few weeks, but word about town attributed the large woodcutters waffling vigil to the rumors that the Sentinels would be recruiting soon. A fact that had been confirmed only this morning. If he was going to apply, now would be the time.

However, it was not to be. Fear won out once again. So he shifted the large bundle of wood on his back to a more comfortable position, sighed deeply, and set out for the village market to ply his wares. Even if a man were torn up inside he still had to eat and the caravans would be looking to resupply and continue their journeys.

He didn't have a proper shop, but he did have a blanket which he laid out next to the road. The wood, cut into thin strips and almost caramel colored, were stacked in a neat pile on top before the man sat down and affixed a jovial look as he spotted obvious out-of-towners coming his way. "Starter wood!" he called out. "Easily lit, burns hot! Best quality starter in the country, perfect for those on the road! You could soak it in water all night and it would still burn!"

Clanging echoed through the mines, the crumbling of rock could be heard coming soon after. The source: A short elven girl striking furiously at a iron vein. Eventually the clanging stopped once Sarah was content with the amount of rock and ore she had mined for the day, chucking the freshly mined ore into the mine cart she slung her pickaxe through the makeshift holder she had on her back and began the long haul out of the mine, whistling as she walked.

"That should be enough to complete todays orders..." She spoke to herself. Eventually bright sun graced her face with its prescence as she finally exited the mine. "Beautiful day today." She said, admiring the landscape before her. Her mine lay at the edge of town right beside the forest, a small lake a little ways into the forest beside it. A deer happened to be drinking from said lake when she exited the mine but ran off shortly after hearing the rumbling of the ore cart wheels.

Sighing she began the haul back to the village, to anyone that didn't know her they'd be questioning just how exactly she could move the massive cart that fell a foot and a half being as tall as she was, but everyone that knew her knew Sarah was much stronger than she actually looked. She had to pass through the market to get to her forge, which just so happened to be in the center of it where most of the stands were at.

As she entered the village she was immediately greeted by people trying to sell her things that she could either make herself or didn't need. "No thank you, I don't need it." She repeated the phrase a multitude of times before reaching something she actually needed: wood for the furnace. "Hey Emil." She called out to him, smiling when she reached him. "How much for say...enough wood to heat a furnace to melt roughly two hundred pounds of ore and rock?"

@Gentlemanvaultboy

"Eleven spoons of Froggy Apple pudding should be plenty for these Crumblemuffins. We don't want them getting too dry, after all." Trouv muttered as he carefully levitated the steaming treats to the tray he had rested upon the counter. Black eyes traced over his concoctions. The little cakes were each about as big as a coconut, and had muffintops that slightly resembled sea urchins. Most importantly, they smelled of a forest after soft rains coupled with his secret ingredient- cinnamon! He used an abundance of magical ingredients, but the cinnamon really tied everything together! Making them look pretty and smell nice was easy, though. For him, the hard part was getting it to taste good, or at least not have little uncooked patches in its interior. Looking around the kitchen, Trouv brushed off some stray flour that had gotten onto his face. Usually he cooked the desserts at least a few hours before the bathhouse opened, but today he was running behind. Twirling his fingers, Trouv quickly used his magic to bring the speckled green and red pudding from the bowl and splatter it upon his treat tray.

Walking through the doorway into the lobby of the Cuttlefish Bathhouse, balancing the tray with one arm while pushing the door open with the other, Trouv was greeted by the scents of bath salts and essences. Prior to living in a bathhouse, the chef couldn't tell a tea leaf from a poison ivy, but he had been more than learned as of late. The bathhouse opened in a few minutes, and no one was to be seen, but he was sure they were just upstairs somewhere. The bathhouse was massive, the first floor being a lobby of sorts, and the actual baths were underground, with all the mechanisms keeping the baths hot and steamy located ever farther down.

Even though the sunlight couldn't touch the baths, glowing stones called Cuttlefish Hearts decorated the bathhouse, more than illuminating the darkness and washing everything in faint pink. Upstairs was where the family lived. Given the wide property of the bathhouse, Trouv was a little surprised only three people lived in the massive space above. He hadn't seen that much of it, because they had offered him a room located in the back of the kitchen- a storeroom of sorts that had an exit so he could go on little walks if he wanted to. The kitchen on the ground floor was used in preparing food for the guests. Until Trouv had shown up, it was mostly used for making a tea or preparing cucumber packs.

The bathhouse was always immersed with the smell of many exotic spices. After a while, it became much too overwhelming, but underground the scent was masked by steam. Trouv rested the tray on the counter and made sure his charcoal hair was in decent shape before smoothing his clothes. He hadn't gotten his hands on an apron or anything, so he just tucked his buttoned shirt into his pants and hoped that made him look classier. Seeing that it was already opening time, and knowing that they would want him to open up anyways, he walked over to the door and opened it, setting the stopper to show that they were open for business. He then sat behind the counter, having already worked the front desk a few times. Other than setting up a stall outside, he would usually just sell his desserts over-the-counter. The cuffs of his shirt proving to be a much larger annoyance than he originally thought, Trouv quickly rolled both of his sleeves up t his elbows, not noticing that he had exposed a red mark running across his left forearm. The wound looked new.

The sound of caravans had roused the man from his sleep, not quite early in the morning, but early enough for him as he rolled over to face the carelessly open window, "Hmmm...mmmm..." Lashes fluttering as he saw red, the sunlight beaming down on his face, his petal lips pursed a moment...pulling the sheets of the soft bed off his his skin, Roose blinked his red-brown eyes a bit before staring at the open window again, dull expression on his face. It had been rather warm last night, so it had been stopped open...should have known better, should have shut it closed if he wanted more sleep in the morning.

Shaking his head wistfully, more of the covers were thrown off as he set his feet down on the hardwood floor, though the pull of bed and sleep whispered in the back of his mind, the long haired man willed himself up onto his feet. Bending down, the nice material of the trousers felt good in his hands, but he didn't dally and pulled them on the next moment. Reaching up and gathering his hair up in his hands, the glossy raven length of it was slung over his right shoulder as he padded over to the table set against the far wall.

A clean bowl, a pitcher of water from the other night, and a soft towel to the side...pouring some of the cool liquid into the bowl, it struck him how thirsty had become. Tipping his head back, a small bit of water was poured from the lip of the pitcher right to his awaiting mouth, nearly, "...hmm." Setting the water container back down, he brought the towel to the bowl, dipping it in and letting it soak up a good about of water. Squeezing out the access, the man known as Roosevelt got to work gently wiping his face, along his neck, and just around some of his chest. Two warm nights had left him feeling, well, grimy...as it stood, a visit to the bathhouse was in order...later.

Wringing the towel, it was set down next to the bowl as a he stood up again. Returning to his bed, he reached over to fully open the window, lashes fanning over half-lidded eyes as the sun shone through uninhibited, "Ah, I see the sun has come up to greet me!" Well, not quite, but...letting out a happy hum, his bottom planted down onto the covers, a hand was brought down along the side of his bed. Tapping, feeling for the wooden--"Ah hah..." His lute. Bringing it up in better lighting, he got to work tuning it, before playing something gently, humming to a melody that seemed a bit too foreign for this village.

@Shikaru
First customer of the day.

"Mornin' Sarah." He said jovially, before setting to work on the problem. He wasn't very good at math and estimations in regards to money. Most of the time he undercharged, but it didn't really matter to him. He hunted his own food, and what he charged was enough to cover taxes and buying vegetable now and then. But today was different.

"Tell ya' what," he said after some serious thought, "Let me flip that question around on ya'. How long would I have to keep your forge supplied and burning hot in exchange for some fitted armor? Light stuff, quiet. Stuff I'd be able to move and hunt in, but wouldn't buckle if something got me by surprise."

When the morning had begun for the villagers, Aldis was already out patrolling. As he always did he began by fixing a vigilant gaze towards the Twilight Cavern, the barest hint of an eerie orange glow mixing among the sea of orange and red hues of the coming dawn. Then as always it passed without incident as dawn began to give way to morning. The Sentinel's rigid posture relaxed, the visible tension leaving to the tune of a sigh of relief.

A hand resting upon the hilt of his sword, he walked with steady confidence around the outskirts of the village. It was a route he had traveled countless times before, and one he performed no less than twice a day. On some days, when there seemed to be an ominous wind in the air, he would not be walking with such a relaxed demeanor. Yet today was not one of them, and as he once more came to face where the Twilight Cavern lie, there had been nary a hint of monster or bandit or anything else of concern.

His morning patrol completed, Aldis cast a glance at the sun hanging low in the early morning sky. He cast one final look towards the Twilight Cavern, turning away to head towards the village. It wasn't long before he was making his way through the market, passing through the hustle and bustle with ease. Though merchants of all wares were present and clamoring to sell their goods, he slipped through unnoticed.

As he kept an eye out for any would be thieves, making his way back towards Sentinel HQ, a particular woodcutter caught his eye. The corners of his lips twitched upwards in a small smile. Altering his course until he stood before the wood-piled blanket, he offered a nod of his head in greeting to the blacksmith currently doing business with the jovial man. He waited for them to be finished, giving the woodcutter a inquisitive raise of his eyebrow while he did.

The otherwise peaceful morning was but to an abrupt half - by audio-based standards -- as a large explosion rang through from the Western side of the town. Multi-colored smoke pooled out from the roof of the Freezerburn Librarium as Kotoe emerged from the doors coughing up a storm. From the confines of her shop, several books flew around her, using the front and back covers like wings as a few Chipsqueaks ran out for freedom from the inner workings of what was possibly the most dangerous store in the village itself.

"...Urgh...Goddamn furballs..."

Her clothes a mess, some strange slime-like substance dripping off from her Songs, Kotoe adjusted her hat as best she could as she slammed the door closed behind her and began trekking through the village to head to the bath house. Her attempt at mixing a few potions had been unfortunately disrupted by some pets of hers, and now the little demons were on the loose after basically blowing her up. Uncouth and diligent in making her unhappy as always, she just...gave up for the duration of the morning. So it was to be a rare sight to see her trudging out of her shop, slowly opening the front door of the Cuttlefish Bathhouse once her walk led her there and bringing her smoking and potion-dirtied body to the front counter to request and pay for a bath tag.

"...If anyone asks, the explosion from the Librarium involved Chipsqueaks. ...How much does an hour cost again? I forgot."

...Which was normal, given her ways of forgetting just about anything that didn't involve magic. She had a bag of coins with her at least...She just hoped that she remembered to bring enough, what with it being early and her...usually not visiting the bathhouse in favor of her own shop's accomodations.

Nearly dropping his lute at the resounded, earth shaking explosion, Roose set it down on the end table before peeking out of the window of his house. A neighbor caught sight of him peeking out, and pointed to the smoke that plumed up into the blue sky, but from his window he could see just above it...ah, something going on at the Librarium. The ex-courtesan himself couldn't imagine voluntarily staying cooped up in a an overly warm shop with all those off magical supplies, those sorts of things always made him sneeze back to back in rather unflattering manners.

Picking himself up off of his bed for the third time that morning, Roosevelt went over to the wardrobe to choose a shirt. Rubbing a thumb absently over his lip, eyes scanning the folded shirts, he slid a hand in the stack and gently removed an ivory tunic. Pulling the silk tunic easily over his head, he noted the nice feel of the loose, open slit material brushing along his back. Bathhouse much later, Town Hall to help with scribe work a little bit later...food, well...his stomach made a loud gurgling noise, "...hehehe." Food.

Stepping out of the house after a few more things, mainly combing and pinning his long hair into place nicely...somethin to eat. The hotel served meals, there was a desserts stall at the bathhouse's front, and a few more places came to mind. Mind settling on desserts for some unexplainable reason, especially since he wasn't too partial to them, had yet to pick up something...well, a hand brought up to lightly rub the side of his neck a moment, it was worth a shot trying.

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Moments later, the beautiful man stood before the display of desserts, biting his lip lightly as he absently scanned the goods. It all looked so...pretty! Sparkly desserts here, glowing desserts there, spikey desserts abound! Could you actually eat something so beautiful? Some smells were not of desserts, but of other neat things...and Roose, well, he swore something winked at him...how charming! Tilting his head, eyes wide and sparkly on their own, "Oooo~! Ahhh~! Hmmm...? Oh...!"

An explosion dully echoed through the bathhouse's sturdy walls, causing his crumblemuffins to hop. It was if a quake had rang out! Besides hearing it, Trouv also felt it through the soles of his feet. Seeing that one of his muffins had fallen onto his side, he quickly set it proper with a flick of his wrist. Shortly after he had made all his desserts presentable, black eyes dashed to the doorway as the silhouette of a certain witch spread across the lobby. The chef smiled at the girl as she approached the front desk. He knew the lavender-haired girl was quite the witch! When some of the glowing stones stopped working, he had brought them over to her and she returned their light. He had never seen magic flow so smoothly through someone before, much less someone that looked to be around his age. "Nice to see you too, Kotoe," Trouv said with a laugh. He then wondered exactly how combustible chipsqeaks were. The little animals didn't bug him that much, but he knew many people that had been attacked by a pack of the damn things.

"One hour in a plain old water-water bath would be fifty, plus additional fees if you want to toss in some goodies." He quickly surveyed Kotoe's condition and made a disapproving clicking sound with his tongue. "I'll throw in some oils and bath salts to get rid of all that grime. Some Lemon Salt might do you well if you don't have any open cuts. They're on me- this time! Here you go," reaching under the desk to find a tag, he quickly looked and handed it over. It had the image of a seal was engraved onto it and was tied to a black string. "You're gonna go in the Selkie Tub, alright? When you take the stairs down, it should be the first enclosed area to your left."

Trouv looked up as another customer walked in. Seeing that the other was ogling over his desserts, the chef couldn't help but grin with pride. "Welcome! Are you gonna buy one of Trouve's Tasteful Treats?" He made a lifting action with one hand to levitate the four different desserts he had in stock. "This is today's special, Froggy-Apple Crumblemuffins! They're made from extract and not real Froggy-Apples, but that's for the best. I also have Never-melt Ice Cream! You gotta be a mage to prepare this one, but luckily for you two I am rather familiar with cooking spells. It won't melt unless you eat it! They kind of look like crystals, don't they? They're ice flavor of course." He floated the desserts in orbit around the two, moving them at a rhythm so it appeared they were dancing.

"I also have Turtle Pie! Don't worry," He whispered while holding the back of his hand to his mouth, "they're not really made of turtles. I actually made these ones out of chocolate. They're just called turtle pies because of their hexagonal shape." Pushing down with both of his hands, he rested all four of the items on his counter. "And lastly, we have some Twenty-Five Carrot Cake. I was actually trying to make Twenty-four Carrot Cake, but I added an extra carrot by accident," Trouv laughed sheepishly as he scratched his arm absently, causing blood to start dripping out of his cut.

@Gentlemanvaultboy@Xeronoia

When Emil asked her about the armor she blinked and was about to ask why he needed it, but thought better than to pry into others personal life. "Hmmm..well. It'd take roughly two days before I could get around to making your armor, a light platemail should do nicely...the Sentinels put in a big weapons order I gotta fill. Apparently they're going to be recruiting soon and need more weapons." She told him, shrugging. "I'm not sure why exactly they'd need so much stuff prepared buut...money is money, not one to question it too much."

When Aldis walked up she smiled and nodded in greeting, "Good morning." It wasn't soon after the Librarium exploded with multi-colored smoke pouring out of it, bringing slight pain to the elfs' sensitive ears. A chipsqueak ran by shortly after diving into her ore cart. Sighing Sarah gently picked the thing up, "There there, you're safe now." She told it, petting it and staring at the Librarium before turning back to Emil. "Anyway..explosions aside. Will that be alright?" She asked him.

@Shikaru @Xeronoia
"Yeah, yeah." He replied as the smoke settled down over the town. "I'm in no great rush. Here." He pulled a small leatherbound notebook out of his back pocket, along with a small pencil, and extended them to her. "Just jot down however much ya' need and I'll swing round with the cart after the caravaners are finished with me."

"And what can I help you with, Mr. Marshall, on this lovely morning?" He asked, turning his attention to the sentinel. A trained ear can pick up a faint hint of anxiety as he quickly launches into a sales pitch. "Something to keep all those new recruits toasty in the training hall? Need starter for a monster hunting expedition? Or maybe you've got yourself a paramour, eh? Want something that'll sweeten the air for a romantic night?"

Cia had spent most of her morning tending to her farm. She spent a few extra hours working with one of her pigs. It had stopped eating for some reason and was trying to figure out how to get it to eat again. "Guess I'll have to eat you then..." Cia said to the pig to which she got a squeal in return. Cia already had a pig that was pregnant and she would have to sell a few pigs soon anyways. It wouldn't hurt to just put the thing out of it's misery. "I'll be getting back to you later then, I have work to do." Cia said to the pig before walking out and towards her cart. It currently had several boxes on it. It looked like she would need a horse to move it but thanks to Cia's unnatural strength it was no problem for her.

Once in town Cia got to work on selling a few of her boxes of assorted vegetables to the caravans. Almost all of them knew of her wonderful vegetables. Many of them had always asked what her secret to it was, but in truth it was rather simple one. She still wouldn't share it though but what she did tell them was that it was in the fertilizer and it had to do with cows.

After her rounds Cia started to get to work on her deliveries next. She came upon the dessert shop soon enough with a variety of her vegtables. She came in with two rather heavy looking boxes in her arms. "I have the vegetables you ordered." Cia said with a kind and sweet voice. Many people would consider her to be one of the nicest people in town due to her personality.

@Shikaru @Gentlemanvaultboy

Aldis was about to return the greeting when the explosion happened. Immediate tension filled the Sentinel as he turned his attention to the plumes of oddly colored smoke pouring into the sky. After a moment he recognized the explosion as being from the Librarium, an unpleasantly common occurrence, and he relaxed his grip on the hilt of his sword. A small frown on his face, he let his gaze turn away after assuring himself that, as always, no real harm had been done.

Intent to return the greeting forgotten, he raised an amused eyebrow as Sarah comforted a stray chipsqueak. Instead he turned his attention back to the woodcutter, once more patiently waiting for him to conclude his business. He didn't have to wait long, as the jovial man soon launched into a sales pitch. The man spoke with only the smallest tone of unease, even someone as wary and alert as himself only barely noticing.

"A paramour? I'm hardly the type for such things, Mr. Mohsteady." The Sentinel chuckled, giving a wry shake of his head. His expression smoothed into a serious, although friendly, look. "No, I'm afraid I have little need for your wares at the moment. I wished to ask you if you'd given any thought to joining the sentinels yourself? A man such as you would do well among our ranks, even as a temporary member."

Protecting the town was a serious matter, and required diligence. Not to mention there was the risk of those who lacked character, attempting to use an overblown sense of new authority to their advantage. Then there was the actual danger of fending off monsters and bandits, among other things. Some recruits gave little thought to those risks, merely seeing it as a source of excitement and adventure without leaving home.

Aldis only vaguely knew Mohsteady, but it was well enough to assess the kind of person he was. He himself had seen the woodcutter staring at the Sentinel HQ with a conflicted look, and light gossip going around about if the woodcutter would join or not would have filled him in regardless. He wasn't simply offering the honeyed words of a recruiter when he said he thought the man would do well, and would be dissuading him instead if he thought otherwise.

@Xeronoia@Shikaru

Emil makes a little choking sound in his throat at Aldis's question. He bring his hand up and rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. Of course. Town this small, word was bound to get around about him loitering in front of the building. If he couldn't bring himself to go in he should at least have tried to be more inconspicuous.

"That's a, uh, that's a fine compliment you're paying me, and I been wanting to go in there for a while now, but..." he sighed and averted his eyes, looking down at the pile of wood in front of him. "Truth be told I'm a bloody coward. Probably get it from my Da. I mean, look," he says, looking up and gesturing to Sarah, "I get spooked on a hunt one day and go running to trouble our Blacksmith Lightbane over it. I'm going to hunt rabbits decked out like I'm off to war." He slap his knee and lets out a hearty laugh at this. "Honestly, though, thank ya. But at this point I'm barely a match for the forest trees."

Then his face suddenly hardened, and he looks the Sentinel square in the eye. His tone, however, doesn't change at all. "They'll damn near kill ya given half the chance."

Watching the display and introduction of these pretty desserts with wide-eyed fascination, though part of him worried that the magic levitating the treats would end up exploding into his face, they all seemed to settling down on their tray just fine. Rubbing his soft lips yet again, he looked over at Kotoe by the counter, eyes widening at her condition. Ah, right, she was the one who ran the librarium, possibly the one who caused the explosion, "Good morning. Getting cleaned up...?" With a rather worried expression on his face, Roosevelt nodded in great approval at the tag handed over, "Ah, yes, the Selkie tub sounds about right? And, Lemon Salts? I'm more a fan of the Verbena or Lavender salts, myself...smells divine, and your skin feels, well..." Smile all charms at the dessert chef, then witch, his eyes went back down to the desserts after a moment, tilting his head in consideration.

Still, he was unable to decide which treat to choose...froggy-apple was, well, froggy-apple. There was uncertainty about choosing an item that was accidentally made off recipe, even if it was just one carrot...the turtle pie looked good, but chocolate was often sweet. Maybe just...maybe just the never-melt ice cream.

Looking up at the dessert chef again, long finger pointed at the crysta--"Ah? Sir, your arm is..." Finger moving up to point at the red, for a moment the mind said strawberry sauce, but then logic said blood. Pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket with his free hand, a white silk with cream roses embroidered upon it, Roosevelt held it out with a much more somber expression, "Your arm is bleeding. I certainly hope none of this got into the desserts, that not..."

@Gentlemanvaultboy@Xeronoia

Sarah nodded and took the book, balancing the chipsquek on her shoulder and wrote a amount she figured would be enough before holding the notebook back out to Emil, chuckling lowly at his sales pitch. "Covering for every possible angle, huh Emil?" She told him, grinning softly. "Here you go, I think this should be enough."

When Aldis spoke of recruiting Emil she nodded to herself, So I was right, they are trying to recruit more people. she thought. She listened silently to the two as they spoke, a smirk stretching across her face as Emil went on about his hunting dilema. "Those rabbits must be the size of cows Emil, however do you hunt them?" She asked, giggling softly. "I'm kidding, don't worry."

@Gentlemanvaultboy @Shikaru

"I don't doubt it." Aldis chuckled in agreement to the warning regarding the trees, and found himself cracking a smirk at the blacksmith's joke about the size of the rabbits.

The woodcutter's concerns out in the open, the armored man let his friendly expression shift to a thoughtfully stoic one. A hand found it's way to his bearded chin, staying that way for a few silent moments. Having brought his thoughts together, he brought his hand back down and posed a question.

"Do you think me, or any of the other sentinels, fearless? Only the most foolish among us could honestly claim not to be." Aldis kept his gaze firmly locked with Emil's, his tone earnest and clear. "There are a great many things I fear, Mr. Mohsteady. That fear fuels my vigilant service, and I speak truly when I say were I not the fearful sort I would have settled during the extensive peace we have come to enjoy."

Having said his piece, his expression relaxed into a friendly one once more. He gave a nod of farewell to the blacksmith, turning away to resume his side-tracked trip back to Sentinel HQ. After a few steps he paused, offering a few final words.

"If you should ever tire of fending off trees and over-sized rabbits, The Sentinels will welcome you with open arms."

"If I ever get the nerve, I'll be there." he called, waving as the Sentinel strolled away. When he was sure the man was out of earshot he let out the breath he didn't even know he'd been holding, then took the notebook back from Sarah. "There ain't a bloke in the village who wouldn't feel the lesser man standing next to him." He said in admiration. Then he flipped open the notebook, made a face, then quickly brushed it off. "Guess that's what I get for asking this during a busy week. I'll get it to ya though, if the rabbits don't get me first," he said with a smile.

Pisco having finished with his tasks of racking and kegging the various wines and beers at home found himself finished for the day. Already having paid his laborers he found himself alone wondering if he should increase the quantities he produces just keep himself busy. There really wasn't anything beyond waiting on his various brews and he wasn't a micromanager so he'd just wait until the next day to check.

So instead he found himself at Staggerin' Lee's eyes focused into his glass of rye whiskey managing to be alone despite the vigorous chatter of the crowd. "Isn't it a bit early to start drinking, besides why are drinking some other's supply when you got your own?" The voice's raspy pep and familiar tone made him left his head up.

"Because I'd be drinking away my profits with what small space I got for spirits. Fancy meeting you Sergent Logge." He intoned quite dryly.

"Well I'm just here to spread word that we're looking for people to join the Sentinels." Logge replied to him.

His gaze shifted from the Sentinel and back to his drink and the remains of his half eaten meal. "Well good luck with that." he said

"Hey, you're able bodied and got plenty of time to spare why don't you join? I remember that time where you managed to clear up that brawl real good before we got there and there was that time with the thief."

"Sorry, but no thanks I'm busy with other things."

"Busy doing what? Loafing and just drinking all by your lonesome ? Whatever. Anyway if you change your mind I can vouch for you. Personally I'd think it'd do you some good to do something else but laze in the bars looking so glum. "

Pisco didn't say anything and let Sergent Logge walk away to resume her duties. Short fluffy corn silk hair bobbing in disappointment me in failing to obtain a recruit. he stared at the clock before heading home.