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The door to the bar swings open, and in walks a tall stranger in a tattered white-and-gray anorak jacket. As he walks, he swishes his fluffy gray tail, flicking raindrops every which way. His face is weathered and scarred, blood dripping down his chin from a freshly split lip, a remnant of a recent fistfight. You might have said he had a baby face, sometime before all those scars sprouted up, before his eyes took on a gruff, haunted look. Perched above that face, nestled in his prematurely gray hair, are a pair of tufty cat ears. The puffy jacket he wears does a lot to pad out his wiry frame, making him look a lot more muscular than he actually is. The stranger plops himself down on a barstool, stretching as he waits to order a drink.

 Another feline beastman is sat at the bar, drinking copious amounts of purple liquid

A grimy human child is hanging around, humming to himself

 The stranger leans back a little and asks the other guy, "Hey, any idea where the bartender is? I really need a drink." 

 'He's just serving that table of bugfolk over there. There's a whole tribe of them there, it's taking forever. You want one of my cans?'

 "What is that, some sort of grape soda?" 

 'Pretty much, but it's enhanced with Syn, so it chills you out as well'

 "Syn?" He shrugs. "Never heard of it. Is it some sort of drug?"

 'Yeah, guess so. It's distilled from daemonic blood, perfectly safe, and it can have some pretty cool effects. The grape flavoured stuff relaxes you, the golden stuff gives you a confidence boost, red amps up your adrenaline, the less said about pink the better, orange makes you hungry, which is useful at banquets.'

 "Huh. Think I'll pass."

A notice is posted on the door to The Bar.

"Due to the possible permanent absence of our two main staff, we are now hiring. Inquire inside."

The door to the bar swings open, and in walks a tall stranger in a tattered white-and-gray anorak jacket. As he walks, he swishes his fluffy gray tail, flicking raindrops every which way. His face is weathered and scarred, blood dripping down his chin from a freshly split lip, a remnant of a recent fistfight. You might have said he had a baby face, sometime before all those scars sprouted up, before his eyes took on a gruff, haunted look. Perched above that face, nestled in his prematurely gray hair, are a pair of tufty cat ears. The puffy jacket he wears does a lot to pad out his wiry frame, making him look a lot more muscular than he actually is. He staggers up to the bar and calls out in his smoky voice "Heard there was a job here"

*yo silver is there like a criminal underbelly? Anything like rumrunning, gangs, something like that for my guy to be tangled up in? Some weirdo magical substance to smuggle?*

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*yo silver is there like a criminal underbelly? Anything like rumrunning, gangs, something like that for my guy to be tangled up in? Some weirdo magical substance to smuggle?*

 *No but i can make one, or if you have any specific ideas I'd love to hear them.*

*Edit: there is an evil organization, but nothing your character should be involved in ;)*

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A notice is posted on the door to The Bar.

"Due to the possible permanent absence of our two main staff, we are now hiring. Inquire inside."

 A large chicken beast person enters. He looks around with his gentle, purple eyes. He walks up to the bar and places his hands on it, feeling the wood. "I would like to apply for the job, if it's still open."

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The door to the bar swings open, and in walks a tall stranger in a tattered white-and-gray anorak jacket. As he walks, he swishes his fluffy gray tail, flicking raindrops every which way. His face is weathered and scarred, blood dripping down his chin from a freshly split lip, a remnant of a recent fistfight. You might have said he had a baby face, sometime before all those scars sprouted up, before his eyes took on a gruff, haunted look. Perched above that face, nestled in his prematurely gray hair, are a pair of tufty cat ears. The puffy jacket he wears does a lot to pad out his wiry frame, making him look a lot more muscular than he actually is. He staggers up to the bar and calls out in his smoky voice "Heard there was a job here"

 A brown-furred weasel woman is manning the counter, washing some cups and pouring drinks. 

"Oh thank goodness! I'm so tired of having to do everything while Henry and Hannah are gone." Lana notices the wound and winces. "Are you okay? Looks like you got a little beat up."

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A notice is posted on the door to The Bar.

"Due to the possible permanent absence of our two main staff, we are now hiring. Inquire inside."

 A large chicken beast person enters. He looks around with his gentle, purple eyes. He walks up to the bar and places his hands on it, feeling the wood. "I would like to apply for the job, if it's still open."

 A brown furred weasel beast person is manning the counter and looks up at you. 

"Oh, perfect. I'm technically supposed to interview you, but I'm way too tired and- anyway... I think we have a spot open. When can you start working?"

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 A brown furred weasel beast person is manning the counter and looks up at you. 

"Oh, perfect. I'm technically supposed to interview you, but I'm way too tired and- anyway... I think we have a spot open. When can you start working?"

 "Right now, if you need me." His voice is soft and slightly hypnotic. Combined with his cloud-like appearance, it feels a little like a dream talking to him. "I've tended bar before, if that's what you're looking for. I also cook, and I'm excellent at baking."

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 A brown furred weasel beast person is manning the counter and looks up at you. 

"Oh, perfect. I'm technically supposed to interview you, but I'm way too tired and- anyway... I think we have a spot open. When can you start working?"

 "Right now, if you need me." His voice is soft and slightly hypnotic. Combined with his cloud-like appearance, it feels a little like a dream talking to him. "I've tended bar before, if that's what you're looking for. I also cook, and I'm excellent at baking."

 "Wow! That's- a little too perfect... Who are you?" 

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The door to the bar swings open, and in walks a tall stranger in a tattered white-and-gray anorak jacket. As he walks, he swishes his fluffy gray tail, flicking raindrops every which way. His face is weathered and scarred, blood dripping down his chin from a freshly split lip, a remnant of a recent fistfight. You might have said he had a baby face, sometime before all those scars sprouted up, before his eyes took on a gruff, haunted look. Perched above that face, nestled in his prematurely gray hair, are a pair of tufty cat ears. The puffy jacket he wears does a lot to pad out his wiry frame, making him look a lot more muscular than he actually is. He staggers up to the bar and calls out in his smoky voice "Heard there was a job here"

 A brown-furred weasel woman is manning the counter, washing some cups and pouring drinks. 

"Oh thank goodness! I'm so tired of having to do everything while Henry and Hannah are gone." Lana notices the wound and winces. "Are you okay? Looks like you got a little beat up."

 He wipes the blood from his mouth. "Oh. yeah. mfine." 

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 "Right now, if you need me." His voice is soft and slightly hypnotic. Combined with his cloud-like appearance, it feels a little like a dream talking to him. "I've tended bar before, if that's what you're looking for. I also cook, and I'm excellent at baking."

 "Wow! That's- a little too perfect... Who are you?" 

 He takes out his wallet and presents his ID. "Doctor Mirigod Mandragora."

Passive Perception or Insight 15 or higher:

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*yo silver is there like a criminal underbelly? Anything like rumrunning, gangs, something like that for my guy to be tangled up in? Some weirdo magical substance to smuggle?*

 *No but i can make one, or if you have any specific ideas I'd love to hear them.*

*Edit: there is an evil organization, but nothing your character should be involved in ;)*

 *ah. I think it'd be cool if there was like a whole beast criminal underbelly of the city. Gangs, that sort of stuff, it'd just be cool*

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A notice is posted on the door to The Bar.

"Due to the possible permanent absence of our two main staff, we are now hiring. Inquire inside."

The void bug looks at the note, then walks up to the counter. It points at the door, then behind the bar. It seems to be asking what happened. 

Mila glances at the note before turning back to staring at the metal 'storage' door, as if she could will it to open. "Well, now it just seems suspicious."

The jaglion is sitting outside the bar, carving something out of wood

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 "Right now, if you need me." His voice is soft and slightly hypnotic. Combined with his cloud-like appearance, it feels a little like a dream talking to him. "I've tended bar before, if that's what you're looking for. I also cook, and I'm excellent at baking."

 "Wow! That's- a little too perfect... Who are you?" 

 He takes out his wallet and presents his ID. "Doctor Mirigod Mandragora."

Passive Perception or Insight 15 or higher:

He checked his own ID for a split second.

 Lana is too busy to notice the glance, but still seems suspicious. 

"I- whatever. If you can help me out, I don't care who you are. But why wouldn't a doctor need work at a bar on such short notice?"

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The door to the bar swings open, and in walks a tall stranger in a tattered white-and-gray anorak jacket. As he walks, he swishes his fluffy gray tail, flicking raindrops every which way. His face is weathered and scarred, blood dripping down his chin from a freshly split lip, a remnant of a recent fistfight. You might have said he had a baby face, sometime before all those scars sprouted up, before his eyes took on a gruff, haunted look. Perched above that face, nestled in his prematurely gray hair, are a pair of tufty cat ears. The puffy jacket he wears does a lot to pad out his wiry frame, making him look a lot more muscular than he actually is. He staggers up to the bar and calls out in his smoky voice "Heard there was a job here"

 A brown-furred weasel woman is manning the counter, washing some cups and pouring drinks. 

"Oh thank goodness! I'm so tired of having to do everything while Henry and Hannah are gone." Lana notices the wound and winces. "Are you okay? Looks like you got a little beat up."

 He wipes the blood from his mouth. "Oh. yeah. mfine." 

 "So how soon can you start?"

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*yo silver is there like a criminal underbelly? Anything like rumrunning, gangs, something like that for my guy to be tangled up in? Some weirdo magical substance to smuggle?*

 *No but i can make one, or if you have any specific ideas I'd love to hear them.*

*Edit: there is an evil organization, but nothing your character should be involved in ;)*

 *ah. I think it'd be cool if there was like a whole beast criminal underbelly of the city. Gangs, that sort of stuff, it'd just be cool*

 *Agreed! I'll work on something and get back to you.*

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A notice is posted on the door to The Bar.

"Due to the possible permanent absence of our two main staff, we are now hiring. Inquire inside."

The void bug looks at the note, then walks up to the counter. It points at the door, then behind the bar. It seems to be asking what happened. 

Mila glances at the note before turning back to staring at the metal 'storage' door, as if she could will it to open. "Well, now it just seems suspicious."

 Lana is at the counter. "Are you asking where Henry and Hannah went? Because I have no idea..."

A yellow cat beast person walks up behind Mila. "Whatcha lookin' at?'

The jaglion and a Tion is sitting outside the bar. The jaglion is carving something out of wood while the Tion is twirling a pistol in their paw(?)