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"Why bother when you've already proven everything I need to know for a bartender? I'd appreciate if you didn't consistently serve drinks on the house, though." Vai winked - not that they had any working form of currency, but similarly they could always trade for things as they had done in Northaven. Taking a sip of her drink and sitting up on the stool, she arched an eyebrow as the Launceleyn name fell from Edrei's lips. A blueblood, then? It didn't matter anymore, but Vervain couldn't help but feel a slight sense of... oddness, at being the boss of a noble. "Vervain Calob," she introduced in return, offering a hand out to shake. "Former huntress and tracker, now mistress of this fine establishment. I'm sure it'll be a pleasure working with you." Grinning, she rose to her feet and motioned for Edy to hop back over the bar. "Shall I show you around?" vervain where the wild things are