The Blonde Bartender

((Author's Note: The description of the Bartender is inspired by a friend's fanfic of Bee King))

Edit: Here's the fanfic my friend wrote!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Fantasy%20Fucker

There's a squeak and the chime of a bell as you push past the tavern doors. It's a rather bustling building full of people. You hadn't quite expected to see such a diverse demographic of people here. Some appear rugged, others are quaint farmers, some are foreign warriors and adventurers. Many pay you no mind except to glance at your small stature. Many are enjoy there drink

“Howdy stranger” a man says with a twang. He's rubbing a glass with a rag from behind the bar. “Not often we see a halfling ‘round these parts” he chuckles.

You puff out your cheeks, a halfling, really? Ugh, sometimes these humans are so nearsighted and presumptuous.

“Pardon the humor, friend. I'm the owner of the tavern here. How can I help a newcomer like yourself?”

The bartender's clothing tightly clings to his body, showing off his muscular definition. Messy blonde hair pulled back into a small bun. His eyes shimmer in the light, a nice maroon colour. He dresses simple yet has an air of class to him.

“I'm looking for some hired help.” You say.

He grins, “You came to the right place. Adventurers, mercenaries, bounty hunters, you name it ‘n there's a sly bastard here who can do it.”

The blonde leans closer, “So, who'd you have in mind?”