Nearly a half hour later, Xerxes finds himself on the strip, a bustling area of partygoers and bars as far as the eye can see. Everyone had a drink in their hand and a smile on their face. In a normal situation, Xerxes would have joined in and partied the night away. A future king enjoying the time with his eventual subjects in order to foster a relationship with them. Today, however, he wanted to take a quieter approach. To observe and survey while still enjoying what the city has to offer, minus the quest at hand. Walking down the strip, he sees the request owner’s empty bar to the right while many of the partygoers were frequenting the bar to the left. Noting the disparity, Xerxes quickly heads inside and sits alone at the bar top. “Screw him! How the hell does Enil get all the customers. I put just as much money into this as he does. I bust my ass harder than he does. It’s not fair.” During his rant, he notices Xerxes sitting down and places a glass of water in front of him. “How are you doing buddy? Sorry if you heard any of that. I’m having a bad day. How can I help you?” “I believe I should be asking you that.” Xerxes says as he pulls out the request flyer and slides it towards the owner. The man’s eyes widen with glee as he realizes who is in front of him. “You’re one of those Sleeping Calamity members? Thank God, my prayers have been answered.” The man, whose name is revealed to be Mitya, and Xerxes begin to discuss at length the details of the request. How he feels slighted that despite his hard work, Enil gets all the customers. “I don’t need you to do much. Just cause some sort of disturbance and get them to come over here. I just need a chance to show them that my bar can be just as good as his. Hell, better than his.” “I’ll help but I’ll need something to get me started.” “What?” the man asks inquisitively. “Give me a couple shots of your strongest liquor.”
WC: 473