A simple bar set up in the outskirts of the kingdom, the inn is upstairs, the owner knows a few faces, but generally passer-bys are the main customers. With a waging war many people come in seeking shelter for the night before continuing on their long journey. Soldiers given leave often stay the night before looking for their loved ones in the giant kingdom. The war isn't just any war, it's multiracial. The humans ticked off many people this time, the elves, the people that have powers, even the group of assassins that were originally mutual. A round of beers and another story, the owner had heard many stories since the war started. Loved ones lost, scouts coming back exasperated and overwhelmed, thieves telling tales of being exiled, soldiers telling tales of bravado. The keeper had heard it all. He was a counselor, a friend, a listening ear in a time of need. The usual crowd of people were in the bar, drinking their share of alcohol, saying their share of words, laughing at their share of jokes. Each one trying to lighten the mood, the war was getting bitter, and no one knew how it was going to turn. Rumors were there was mas destruction ahead, bombs and weapons of mass death, chemical warfare, and many other methods were striking the fear of citizens. Everyone knew once you entered the doors, it didn't matter who you were, friend or foe, you were nice to your neighbor; which made this place an interesting sight to see. People at war outside the walls were friends sharing their troubles inside of it. --- Name: Kiri Race: human Gender: female Appearance: Typically wears black due to occupation as an assassin. Long straight brown hair, with a hint of blonde. Green eyes. Tall, slender. Occupation: ex-assassin, ex-thief, now works at a bar. --- Kiri had just finished cleaning her set of tables, she wasn't exactly happy to be working at a bar of all places, but she needed the money and being an ex-assassin, ex-thief and someone on the wanted list wasn't giving her the best resume. She smiled at a drunk as she picked up a few empty mugs. "Heyy pretty lady, wanna see sumtm?" Her polite smile hid the fact she was gritting her teeth. "No, thanks." She brushed off the instinct to throw a fork at the man, and just walked back into the kitchen to clean the mugs. A waitress? Not exactly, Kiri was more of the odd-jobs. She took care of unruly customers, cleaned tables, did the dishes, swept, poured drinks, took orders, made the beds upstairs, made breakfast and well, anything that needed to get done. Kiri went behind the counter to help fulfill orders while the bar keeper went upstairs to check on his guests, and see which rooms he still had open. 'I think my least favorite part of my job is the counter... no. cleaning.. no the drunks.. it has to be the drunks.. they're all so stupid.. getting so drunk that they can't even tell the difference between, past, present, future, and reality. Who would do that? no.. it's cleaning.. er... oh well. I have to make due. Maybe I should go join the war.' There wasn't a lot Kiri had hoped for but secretly she wanted someone to come in that she knew, that she knew well, and that would be able to take her away from her life as a bar attendant. Each day she feared someone to come in to take her life, but maybe she needed that kind of excitement. Kiri watched each time the door was opened, carefully scanning each person, each newcomer, and almost always forgetting to smile and welcome them.