You can’t quite tell the man’s age, but he seems to be well within his prime. There are a few streaks of grey in his dark brown hair, but his face is unlined, and his gaze attentive as he surveys the room. He’s wearing a black vest over a white shirt, which somehow remains spotless despite handling the drinks he so often mixes.
When his great-grandmother was 15, she left her parent's farm as a result of a horrible harvest to leave enough food for her family to survive. For four years she worked at a shrine belonging to Lady Aria, she would have worked for longer had the High-Priestess not lend her the money to start her own inn due to her hard work and determination; in turn, she named the Inn "Lady's Blessing's".
The Inn is handed down to the most determined and passionate child.
- Royal Guards