The poor man was barely staying upright, Jigano decided in open concern as Bastien leaned hard on the counter and dug his fingers into the wood. The unhealthily drawn out moan was just further proof. "You look like you're running a fever," the bard said gently. "And as a high a proof as these drinks are... it's probably not safe for you to be serving them like this. My set doesn't start for another half hour, so why don't I walk you upstairs to the healers, alright?"
Bastien seemed to slump, shaking, before the lorekeeper had even finished speaking. Though rarely one for casual touch, Jigano reached out to rest a comforting hand on the barkeep's trembling shoulder as the man let out a cough. "Hush, it's all right," he said quietly, projecting reassurance into his smooth tenor, and gentle encouragement as well. "My friend Isla will be able to set you to rights. She's a deft touch, and very skilled. You'll be in good hands."
It was a relief when Edy popped up a few seconds later from... whatever she'd been doing under the bar for so long. Probably taking a nap; she didn't seem to take the job nearly as seriously as she took her drinking, but Jigano had found himself with an inexplicable fondness for the wildchild after their gourd adventure. "Edy," he greeted with relief, only momentarily fazed that she'd somehow lost her shirt. That was, frankly, almost normal for her. Maybe it was just something the Rathskeller bartenders did?
"Can you take over behind the bar? Your friend really is too sick to be working today. I'll speak to Vervain about it later to make sure it's all straightened out."
Bastien seemed to slump, shaking, before the lorekeeper had even finished speaking. Though rarely one for casual touch, Jigano reached out to rest a comforting hand on the barkeep's trembling shoulder as the man let out a cough. "Hush, it's all right," he said quietly, projecting reassurance into his smooth tenor, and gentle encouragement as well. "My friend Isla will be able to set you to rights. She's a deft touch, and very skilled. You'll be in good hands."
It was a relief when Edy popped up a few seconds later from... whatever she'd been doing under the bar for so long. Probably taking a nap; she didn't seem to take the job nearly as seriously as she took her drinking, but Jigano had found himself with an inexplicable fondness for the wildchild after their gourd adventure. "Edy," he greeted with relief, only momentarily fazed that she'd somehow lost her shirt. That was, frankly, almost normal for her. Maybe it was just something the Rathskeller bartenders did?
"Can you take over behind the bar? Your friend really is too sick to be working today. I'll speak to Vervain about it later to make sure it's all straightened out."
