The Owner

There is no time for rest when you have work to do. No time to think on where you life is, or why do you keep moving forward when it all seems so pointless. I use to be defined by that. All who call the city of Salire home think like that. At least the type that don’t have blue blood flowing in their their veins.

There was a time when I was just a simple orphan just doing what I can to make ends meet. Taking jobs from anyone willing to pay someone who doesn’t have the proper work papers. Some jobs were back breaking and others were just dangerous. Though their was one job that set me on the path I find myself.

There was a knock on the door that stopped be from my thoughts. I was in my office overlooking the books trying to figure how my budget was going. It has been a month since I returned to the city of Salire and a week since I opened up my new tavern. 

“Who is it?” I asked as I leaned back into my chair.

“It’s me, Joe.” The man on the other side of the door replied.

“Then come on in Joe and tell me why you disturb me before the night has begun.”

Joe made his way in wearing the apron he uses to clean. “Sorry boss, just wanted to inform you that the bartender who was pose to work today had an accident and won’t come in for awhile.” 

I rubbed at my nose and let out a growl. “Ok, I’ll take care of the bar tonight. Give me a moment and I’ll be down there in a bit.” I told him

The man nodded his head and made his way out. I didn’t say nothing and closed the book holding my budget. I rubbed a finger along one of my scars I got in the west, before getting up from my desk.

“No rest when you have work to do.” I said to myself before making may way out of my office.