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Jack startles as he hears the glass shatter. "Ah s+@!. Er, pardon my language." He wipes his hands on the apron and moves around to help block off the broken windows.

Once that is all settled, he goes back around the bar to retrieve a metal dustpan and a simple broom. He sighs at the sight of the broken glass on the floor. "Well, at least no one got hurt by the glass when it shattered." He goes about sweeping it up the broken glass.

He looks towards the centaur as he worries about the upstairs room. "Upstairs should be bunk rooms and... A library I think. A few offices too of course." He looks back down at the floor, finishing up the sweeping of the shards of glass. "Well, if any of them were occupied, I am sure other members should have closed them." He brings the full dustpan and broom behind the bar and disposes the glass in a trash bin.

Jack looks around the room. "Well, I got to keep my eyes on the bar for now. If you want to go upstairs to make sure there are no other windows broken, or make sure they are shuttered, you are welcome to do that."

Profession: Cook, take 10: 10 + 6 = 16

After about 30 minutes, Jack returns with a platter with a thick beef steak(rare), broccoli with a little bit of lemon juice, a baked potato with sour cream, and some corn off the cob with a small square of butter over it, and places it in front of the crusader. "Right, here you are. It isn't fancy, but it is neat and practiced. Just as Erastil would like." He holds up a hand with a index finger pointed upward. And then ducks under the bar for a second. He pops back up with a little saucer with a round pastry upon it and a tankard filled with ale and places it next to the platter. "Also, some sweet dessert for a good job well done. To savor what you have rightly earned." And he finishes by leaving a knife and fork next to the platter with a handkerchief underneath them.

Afterwards, Jack leans over the bar to get a look at the kitsune person. "Hey.... You're one of those, Kits-sun-ey, right? I think I met a couple of your kind before, I thought it was just the tails, but you really can look like a human fox creature like they said." He holds out a hand for a hand shake. "The names Jack Goodfellow. Follower of Erastil, and chef in his day job." As he said in a somewhat Varisian accent.

Jack simply nods. "There should be. Lemme check." He goes to the cool cellar to check. Down there for about a minute, he brings up a thick jug and places it onto the bar. "Found this. I think it is milk, if that is what you'd like other than water. Didn't see any thing like juices though." He shrugs. "Then again, juices don't last long."

He pulls the cork stopper off the jug and pours a little it out into a glass. He nods, it is indeed milk. He finishes filling up the glass and goes behind the bar for a decent sized chunk of meat for the hawk and some bread for the monk. He returns and tosses the meat up to the bird and brings the glass of milk to the centaur, and the bread to the Sarenite.

He returns back to the bar and picks up the gold and places it into a strongbox underneath the bar and looks back up at the crusader. "Right. Sorry about that. So what would you like? I can make a good plate of Varisian bean and greens if you'd like? Or maybe a bit of chicken or beef stew?" He looks down at the bar before looking back towards the woman. "Hm, how about a nice steak meal, since you said you came back from that demonic place. Nice and hearty and gets you ready for a new day." He grins and then goes to prepare the meal.

The man shrugs. "I work where I am needed. And also, there are not many cooks within the Silver Crusade." He goes back to wiping glasses that are upon the bar top but pauses for a few seconds. "Well. At least from what I have seen. And if a boy or girl can make a living by working at a place, away from harm? I know I will let them be."

He places a glass down and picks up another. "Ya know, I was recently finalized to join the Society only a few week ago. Did my Confirmation in the Kortos Mountains, and then helped guide another new group through Diobel. So... I don't need to work at the bar that much anymore." He looks into the bottom of the glass, and then holds it for a bit. "But, as I said before, Food is the glue that holds the community together. And as Erastil as my witness, I'll do what I can to help out."

The man behind the bar looks up at the centaur as he enters the room. "Ah, greetings once again." He finishes wiping a tankard and places it onto the bar top. "Is there any food or drink I can get for you?"

He looks over to one of the windows as he hears a clap of thunder outside.

Survival to tell the weather: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

He nods knowingly. "I see. Looks like it's going to last about five hours. Might as well make yourself at home." He turns around and grabs a apron and puts it on before grabbing a decanter of water and two glasses before bringing the occupants a glass of water each.

He returns back to the bar. "Just ask when you are feeling hungry, alright?"

A man behind the bar speaks up. "Aye. You are welcome here our ... Tall friend." He wipes his hands on a rag on his waist. "What can I get'cha for? Since food tends to be the binding of the community after all." He nods, awaiting any orders of food he may receive.