Lin has always had a habit to arrive a little bit too early to anything he feels obligated for. For him, sitting alone at his table while continuously cleaning his spear is starting to feel redundant. It would take about seven minutes before the maid comes back with his order of his 18 ounce bottle of melon juice and sets it down on his table. Lin takes one final look at the cheerful goblin before he nods his head and hands her a pouch of silver coins.<br/><br/>Once she was done counting the coins, she gives the usual enjoys and thank yous that can be expected, and runs off to take her next order. Lin uncaps the bottle, sips a little to keep himself hydrated in the usual tropical, humid climate of Booty Bay. Not to mention he's inside a crowded inn with little air circulation.<br/><br/>A few thoughts ran through his head if he really did arrive too early to the recruitment call to this place. Even while keeping himself composed about it, it really was getting boring. A long yawn and stretch resulted from this time, and his eyelids began to shut on him. He turns his legs under the table, caps his melon juice bottle, puts his sakkat back over his head and eyes, while crossing his arms in impatience. He left his shiny spear tucked tightly under his right arm to prevent any thieves from snatching it, should he happen to fall asleep.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>