[ Rowan's been making himself comfortable at his new job by being there as much as he can stand. He's careful not to overwhelm himself or the other employees with his presence, but he wants to get to know the patrons, the rhythm, the goings-on. It only seems right and reasonable as manager.
So he's helping to carry some stock out from the back room when Geralt arrives. Rowan throws him a chin jerk of a nod before setting down a reused box carrying full bottles of alcohol. ]
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So he's helping to carry some stock out from the back room when Geralt arrives. Rowan throws him a chin jerk of a nod before setting down a reused box carrying full bottles of alcohol. ]
Hey, man.
[ He comes over to lean against the counter. ]
Ready to get wasted?