The barkeep tilted his head and rose to tiptoes, looking over some of the crowd to assess the situation in the tavern room, quickly scanning the place to see if anything was going on that shouldn't and accounted for the barmaids or rather wenches that were serving the patrons drinks with an occasional coy look or flirt.<br/>"We're quite packed and busy today. Have you done this like of work before? I have no use for a blunder who spills drinks and upsets customers. That would only cause problems for me and slow down business. I'd also hate to reduce your pay and leave you in debt."<br/>He thought for a moment.<br/>"I have two offers for you. Either you let us handle business and usual and head back out to the stables across street and clean all the horseshit out. Someone's got to do that for days now anyway. The other options is... well coming to the back with me and letting me see what's under that robe and armor that you're betting. Either will earn your stay until things get ready for the games."