@"Karlos_Baron" @"Saryn" @"Nightstripe"
Namjilyn Nergüi
Nergüi was not one to engage in busy work. She was, at the moment, sitting at a table near the entrance of the bar, a small stack of papers before her, all of it entirely relevant to the upkeep of the business. It seemed like the city kept trying to find new regulations to pass, moving the goal posts so to speak. That was fine; Nergüi was careful if not anything else. If the authority was going to continue this nonsense under the guise of ethics, then she was going to match it full force.
It was sometime around mid morning, the time when the bar saw the least amount of business. It was the perfect hour, then, to interview some potential employees out of customers' eyes. After all, on Manta Carlos, who knew who would show up? Even with filled out applications, nobody could say that honesty was a well enough administered drug to know for certain.
She had put out an advertisement for blood "donors," too, but to be entirely honest, their stock was doing very well for the time. And then, the less of the rarer bloods they had, the more they could charge for it. Most people thought it was a hassle to go attacking divine or semi divine beings for a bite anyways. It was really a win-win situation as a whole.
With a head tilted slightly towards the door, the woman waited and listened for the sound of approaching footsteps.
Namjilyn Nergüi
Nergüi was not one to engage in busy work. She was, at the moment, sitting at a table near the entrance of the bar, a small stack of papers before her, all of it entirely relevant to the upkeep of the business. It seemed like the city kept trying to find new regulations to pass, moving the goal posts so to speak. That was fine; Nergüi was careful if not anything else. If the authority was going to continue this nonsense under the guise of ethics, then she was going to match it full force.
It was sometime around mid morning, the time when the bar saw the least amount of business. It was the perfect hour, then, to interview some potential employees out of customers' eyes. After all, on Manta Carlos, who knew who would show up? Even with filled out applications, nobody could say that honesty was a well enough administered drug to know for certain.
She had put out an advertisement for blood "donors," too, but to be entirely honest, their stock was doing very well for the time. And then, the less of the rarer bloods they had, the more they could charge for it. Most people thought it was a hassle to go attacking divine or semi divine beings for a bite anyways. It was really a win-win situation as a whole.
With a head tilted slightly towards the door, the woman waited and listened for the sound of approaching footsteps.