Krohan. Slow day at the bar

Krohan stood behind the counter in the classic bartender pose: whistling as he dried of some tankards, his hands working on automatic as he thought about his situation.
Business had been a bit slow lately, and Krohan had been **** to let a few of the wenches go.
Of course, his was not the only bar that had been troubled by low commerce during the last few weeks.
Several trading caravans and merchant caravans on their way to Gordor had been sacked by raiders and pirates, which had now resulted in a great drop in traders, mercenaries and sailors being present in the town.
He had been considering going out to find some extra work, putting his sword-arm to good use, but no good job-offers had been posted at the bulletin-board during the last few days.
Krohan was awakened from his ponderings by a voice that said: “I need your help.”
Looking up, Krohan saw the person who had addressed him, standing on the other side of the counter.