Rojer had a business to run and as much as he'd prefer to be reaming out one girl or another he knew it wouldn't rake the coin in. So it was that he sent you on your way and got back to what he was doing. "You better, or its your ass in the stocks at two silvers a throw til you work off the stage debt."<br/><br/>The cook was a larger sort, burly with thick arms meant for cleaving meat and stirring huge pots, beating cookware, that sort of thing. He's busy when you come in, preparing all sorts of things for the days ahead.