<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/12/17/a5121791078186cc5742da0bb14ba15e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ayca (NPC Bartender)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kayla and Freya<br/><hr/>Standing behind the bar is one of the Barracks bartenders, a pretty little thing named Ayca who got the job more because she's a fan of the fights than for any particular skill in bartending. Ayca is, in all honesty, not great at the job, creating drinks that turn out too strong, leaving the bar unsupervised, and suggesting activities that risk enormous damage to the facilities. That said, she knows how to plate a lute and hasn't been chased off by the gladiators, so she sticks around.<br/><br/>The moment that the tankard smacks against the wall, a sharp whistle goes up from her, fair fingers pressed against her lips. "Black! No throw! Throw in Arenas!  Drink in bar!"  She quickly slaps down another tankard and gives her best attempt at a glare, though the curved smirk on her lips doesn't quite sell it. Of course, once matters return to serious gladiator business, the bartender steps back a bit. Gently she touches one of the crystal scrying balls set around the bar, turning it to be sure that spectators the world over will get a good eyeful of the topless Freya and the bottomless Kayla.<br/><br/>She moves down the bar, idly passing a cloth over it while listening to keep an ear on the conversation. She pipes in quickly, "If they made a deal, they'll keep it. If they don't have their word, the whole enterprise falls apart. Nobody'll want to compete if they start lying."  Then she withdraws again, trying to look as though she isn't clinging to every word out the gladiator's mouths.