[color=00aeef][b][h2]OPENING DAY[/h2][/b][/color]
It all starts with a...

[h3][i][b]'Click'[/b][/i][/h3]

And just like that the tavern was open for business. Dorian nonchalantly tucks the sturdy brass key, attached to his fine chain necklace, back down the top of his shirt. Standing tall, his posture perfect, he spins on his heels and lets out a soft sigh that's quickly washed away with a wide charming smile and a quick playful wink in Charlottes direction.

With arms flourishing out wide in gesture to all the staff before him, he addresses them all at once, his voice holds presence as it reverberates loudly throughout the tavern (easily reaching Chef Bronco out the back) without him having to shout, his words hit firmly yet gently, his demeanour is somehow cold and at the same time caring and passionate. 
[b][i]"Alright everyone, it's time to get to work!"[/i][/b] 

He was wearing one of his finest suits for this event, it was hard to tell though since they all looked similar but he knew the differences like apples to oranges.
The sleek black suit was sheer artistic sophistication, subtle hints of forgotten era's lined more modern elements creating a purely individual piece of trend leading fashion, expertly fitted to his form the suit was delicately measured to the exact millimetre giving the perfect cut and complementing style. 

His shiny black shoes as luxurious as the rest of his ensemble, clap across the wooden floor as he walks towards the bar. Dorian stops to look over young Willow Watersong inspecting her and the tray of many drinks preprepared by Snarfulblast that she had balanced delicately in her hands. In silence he gives her an approving nod that extended out to his bartender as well.

He reaches the stairs and his eyes fall upon Sophia, he examines her attire much like he did to Willow, only much slower. His face expressionless like it is much of the time but as his eyes finally catch hers, her training allows her to make out a shimmer in those deep brown pools that could only be described as a hunger. Although nothing was said, nothing was ever shared. He carries on his path up to the top of the stairs.

[b][i]"Alright team,"[/i][/b] he calls down to his staff members. [b][i]"You are all here because you were the best, or only applicant in your field. Either way, the future of this grand establishment is in now in your hands. By the ties of our employment we are now all family, I only ask that you do each other, yourselves and this taverns reputation proud!"[/i][/b]

Dorian leans on the railing and takes one last glance over the staff and the establishment, admiring its rugged charm and allure a half smile of pride creeps across his face. These were good capable people, he told himself, I hope they are ready. 
Before leaving he softly, politely gives them one last piece of advice. [b][i]"I will be in my room should you need me." [/i][/b]With those last words he turns and walks away, down the long hallway passing all the other rooms available for rent to the large grand doors at the far end. His office.