The slight tinkle of a bell warns the patrons of the Sleeping Ogre Tavern of a new arrival, many of who ignore it for their spirits and the sight of the waitresses. A homely looking man dressed in traveler’s clothes looks around the bar nervously, as if unsure if he is in the right place. After a momentary pause he makes his way to the bar after some people began to turn to look at the man who was simply standing in the doorway.<br/><br/>He stands at the counter, hailing the bartender over. “What’ll it be?” the man says, his matted hair hugging his head. The homely man looks side to side, visibly swallowing several times. “Spit it out! I don’t have all day,” the bartender growls.<br/><br/>“I…uh…I want a…Sleeper drink, light on the juice,” the man says, swallowing on more time, hoping he ordered right. The bartender leers at him for a moment before nodding. He walks into the back, returning a minute later with a mug filled with a dark beer.<br/><br/>“Drink it all, right now” the bartender tells him, waving off the coin the man is holding in his hand. The man looks very nervous, sweating a little before taking the mug and downing the drink. His eyes scrunch at the taste, trying to hold the fluids down. He finishes with a big sigh and a gag, coughing.<br/><br/>“You have 5 minutes. 10 if you take good care of yourself,” the bartender says. He looks the sweating man up and down. “Better get going,” he says, tilting his head to a woman in the middle of the hall, drinking her own drink absentmindedly, ignoring the talk around her and the occasional long stare. The man coughs one more time before nodding and walks over to her, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he keeps down the bile.<br/><br/>He pulls up a seat and sits in front of the woman, about to say something but her blue eyes seemingly pin him to his seat, his voice suddenly lost. He swallows one more time before speaking.<br/><br/>“I….I have a job for you,” he says in a low tone.<br/>