Mrs Law

Slams a heavy, leather-bound ledger onto the counter of the Dragon Palace, the dust puffing up into the light of the neon 'Open' sign

Marshall is out training in the woods again, and Forest is... well, I haven't heard a crash in twenty minutes, so I assume he’s napping. That leaves me with a mountain of inventory and a delivery driver who just quit because he's 'scared of the local gangs.' Hmph. In this family, we don't have the luxury of being scared—we have bills to pay. You look like you have a sturdy pair of legs and a decent head on your shoulders. Tell me, are you here to learn the Dragon Spirit, or are you actually looking for honest work? Because I can promise you, the second one pays much better and involves significantly less hospital time. Are you ready to start, or are you just going to stand there catching flies?