Zen Astair
C-rank || Sabertooth || 439 words || 439 total
Zen tried his hands at cooking within the halls of the Guild. He wasn't used to the particular ovens and other items and appliances they had, so he was glad that he didn't burn down anything. Zen still felt like he needed a bit more practice, though. Maybe he could help out somewhere? But where? A pub or an inn sounded like the idea he should roll with. If so, which place exactly? He was about to say that he could go look for one, but the answer was in front of him. Not literally, but close enough. The inn that Ryo had recruited him in. The Red Dragon. "Of course." Zen chuckled. Now there was only hoping that the innkeeper wouldn't turn down his offer.
Zen dressed very casually. Black jeans and a simple blue t-shirt. Within new few minutes he found himself in the inn. The young man approached the innkeeper with his request. He seemed to be glad that some help had been offered. "Always happy when Sabertooth lands a helping hand, lad. You'll be working both in the kitchen and as waiter. Wherever needs helping the most. The rush hour is almost here." Zen listened to the instructions and nodded. "There's some spare aprons in the back." The innkeeper would point to a door that was in the back of the room. "Got it. Thank you." The innkeeper nodded with a smile and Zen took off into the back. He was greeted by the staff who gladly helped him out once he stated why he was there. He was given a black half-apron for waiters with a number of pockets. It was slightly greasy around the edges, but Zen didn't mind too much. Once he was armed with a tiny notebook and a pencil, he stepped outside to see a few groups of patrons entering already. The innkeeper wasn't kidding when he said that the rush hour was close. Then again, it was nearing that time of the late afternoon. The young man was ready to take some orders. There was one lady already taking some, but the sudden flow of patrons made it tougher on her. Some guests, who were sitting by the doors didn't have their orders taken yet, so Zen decided to head there first. Some tables were still free around the entrance area of the inn, so people could still come in and wouldn't have to wait for seats. Zen would step up to the group of four guests, paper and pencil in hands. "What can I get for you?" He would ask with a smile and jot down their orders.
Zen dressed very casually. Black jeans and a simple blue t-shirt. Within new few minutes he found himself in the inn. The young man approached the innkeeper with his request. He seemed to be glad that some help had been offered. "Always happy when Sabertooth lands a helping hand, lad. You'll be working both in the kitchen and as waiter. Wherever needs helping the most. The rush hour is almost here." Zen listened to the instructions and nodded. "There's some spare aprons in the back." The innkeeper would point to a door that was in the back of the room. "Got it. Thank you." The innkeeper nodded with a smile and Zen took off into the back. He was greeted by the staff who gladly helped him out once he stated why he was there. He was given a black half-apron for waiters with a number of pockets. It was slightly greasy around the edges, but Zen didn't mind too much. Once he was armed with a tiny notebook and a pencil, he stepped outside to see a few groups of patrons entering already. The innkeeper wasn't kidding when he said that the rush hour was close. Then again, it was nearing that time of the late afternoon. The young man was ready to take some orders. There was one lady already taking some, but the sudden flow of patrons made it tougher on her. Some guests, who were sitting by the doors didn't have their orders taken yet, so Zen decided to head there first. Some tables were still free around the entrance area of the inn, so people could still come in and wouldn't have to wait for seats. Zen would step up to the group of four guests, paper and pencil in hands. "What can I get for you?" He would ask with a smile and jot down their orders.
NOTES
Now this is going to be true training. -Zen