Morgan hopped down from the stage, stepping back over to the bar.
"A little bit of everything," he replied, running his hand over the dark wood.
"Mostly bringing drinks from the bar, to the tables and booths. We serve some bar food, but since you're not a cook, I'll spare you."
Besides, it would be a waste to keep something so pretty, tucked away in the kitchen.
"The thing is, people are so used to slaves being around, sometimes they forget you have ears. The main thing I want you to do is listen for any information that might be useful to us. Anything from when camps might be raided, to what local slaves are being mistreated. Do you think you can do that?