Eccentric_Undead
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Standing at the far corner of Café Presbytery coffee station was Jason, the mystery man of the kingdom and owner of this wonderfully fresh concept of an establishment. A place where people of all types, backgrounds, ethnicity and race could come and receive the same treatment as any other customer. It was a sensation in these dark times of prejudice and distance.
Café Presbytery was a marvel. Hard woods and plant life created a wonderfully modern twist on a classic fantasy style. A beautiful tree built into the far left of the store, hanging lights of fireflies from the branches. The entire wall just beside it filled with the finest spirits and wines the shop could offer. The bar a dark oak with only the finest equipment. Nestled between the bar and coffee counter was the open window and door that peaked into the kitchen. Stainless steel appliances, open flame and flat top cooking and a custom made refrigerator. A truly wonderful place for a chef to hone their craft. The coffee station was filled with all manner of equipment to master the subtle art of this most beloved drink. A wide selection of beans, roasting methods and brewing methods. Everything from presses to simply brewing the coffee. The far right and the rest of the floor was dedicated to seating. Beautiful booths and singular chairs on a speak hardwood floor directly behind the host station. The far right wall turned into a large book shelf where customers can pick out from an ever expanding collection.
Jason was happily walking about. Taking inventory and writing down all the figures needed to do the books. He often did this so Sam wouldn't have to. She did a lot as his manager and he appreciated her greatly. He made his way to the back and took a deep breath. Smelling the wondrous scent of the cooks preparing breakfast specials for the impending wave of customers. Anona working tirelessly on her sweets and breads. Jason had Vulmar preparing the breakfast special platters that were extraordinarily popular. The entire kitchen smelled wonderful and he loved the sound of their jovial cooking.
Coming out to the bar he smiled at Varrhis, as the old dragon born and Akane cleaned glasses in preparation of opening time. Jason stopped and saw all his hosts and waiters ready to start the day. The windows filled with the faces of those so happy to start their day here. The owner simply smiled as he walked to the table where Sam was sat down to do her paperwork. He set down his counts for her, gently petting her head with a smile if sweet fatherhood on his lips. These lost souls were his kids. They knew so little of him, but he felt like they all looked at him this way. A lot of them lived in the living quarters that he had above the Café anyways. So, to him at least, they were his family.
The strangely eccentric owner spun on his heals, holding his hands out and smiling brightly "Okay! Listen up, oh children of mine." He waited patiently for his crew to loosely gather to where they could see him. His deep azure eyes, a blue deeper than the ocean and brighter than the sky, gazed upon his busy band of misfits "Just to let you all know, thank you for your hard day of work! This place is a hot spot thanks to you all being such wonderful workers. Now, let's get this show on the road!" He motioned to the hosts to open the doors. Immediately you could see the stress and worries of the world melting off the customers faces as they entered. Like the air in the Café just brought you to a new world. Jason smiled as guests were greeted and seated. Songs requested of the bar and coffee ordered. Drinks made and food starting to be served. A feel of home spread as the calming atmosphere soaked into the very souls of the workers and customers of Café Presbytery!
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Jason Riley
Location: Café Presbytery
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The sun rose on the dew cover city. Birds chirped their morning melodies as the bustling shop district was just starting to come alive with venders opening their stands and stores. Markets coming alive as the first bits of sun beams start to heat the crisp, early spring air. The first customers of the day were always other shop owners, coming to purchase the produce, meats and other such things for the long day of business ahead. A few normal customers scattered the thoroughfare as shops opened and bars shut down. Many shops were about to welcome in their first customers, but there was a clearly much more dedicated fan base waiting outside a very particular Café.Location: Café Presbytery
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Standing at the far corner of Café Presbytery coffee station was Jason, the mystery man of the kingdom and owner of this wonderfully fresh concept of an establishment. A place where people of all types, backgrounds, ethnicity and race could come and receive the same treatment as any other customer. It was a sensation in these dark times of prejudice and distance.
Café Presbytery was a marvel. Hard woods and plant life created a wonderfully modern twist on a classic fantasy style. A beautiful tree built into the far left of the store, hanging lights of fireflies from the branches. The entire wall just beside it filled with the finest spirits and wines the shop could offer. The bar a dark oak with only the finest equipment. Nestled between the bar and coffee counter was the open window and door that peaked into the kitchen. Stainless steel appliances, open flame and flat top cooking and a custom made refrigerator. A truly wonderful place for a chef to hone their craft. The coffee station was filled with all manner of equipment to master the subtle art of this most beloved drink. A wide selection of beans, roasting methods and brewing methods. Everything from presses to simply brewing the coffee. The far right and the rest of the floor was dedicated to seating. Beautiful booths and singular chairs on a speak hardwood floor directly behind the host station. The far right wall turned into a large book shelf where customers can pick out from an ever expanding collection.
Jason was happily walking about. Taking inventory and writing down all the figures needed to do the books. He often did this so Sam wouldn't have to. She did a lot as his manager and he appreciated her greatly. He made his way to the back and took a deep breath. Smelling the wondrous scent of the cooks preparing breakfast specials for the impending wave of customers. Anona working tirelessly on her sweets and breads. Jason had Vulmar preparing the breakfast special platters that were extraordinarily popular. The entire kitchen smelled wonderful and he loved the sound of their jovial cooking.
Coming out to the bar he smiled at Varrhis, as the old dragon born and Akane cleaned glasses in preparation of opening time. Jason stopped and saw all his hosts and waiters ready to start the day. The windows filled with the faces of those so happy to start their day here. The owner simply smiled as he walked to the table where Sam was sat down to do her paperwork. He set down his counts for her, gently petting her head with a smile if sweet fatherhood on his lips. These lost souls were his kids. They knew so little of him, but he felt like they all looked at him this way. A lot of them lived in the living quarters that he had above the Café anyways. So, to him at least, they were his family.
The strangely eccentric owner spun on his heals, holding his hands out and smiling brightly "Okay! Listen up, oh children of mine." He waited patiently for his crew to loosely gather to where they could see him. His deep azure eyes, a blue deeper than the ocean and brighter than the sky, gazed upon his busy band of misfits "Just to let you all know, thank you for your hard day of work! This place is a hot spot thanks to you all being such wonderful workers. Now, let's get this show on the road!" He motioned to the hosts to open the doors. Immediately you could see the stress and worries of the world melting off the customers faces as they entered. Like the air in the Café just brought you to a new world. Jason smiled as guests were greeted and seated. Songs requested of the bar and coffee ordered. Drinks made and food starting to be served. A feel of home spread as the calming atmosphere soaked into the very souls of the workers and customers of Café Presbytery!