Zander let his eyes keep their gaze on the two Weres before moving to follow the woman down the length of the bar. Sure, there may have been two of them—but he could fly, and had stone skin. Maybe if they were in their true form he’d be in trouble. But the Gargoyle would never back down from a fight if it meant protecting.”
He regarded her demeanor and the rest of the bar, taking it in. “That won’t be necessary, thank you.” Much as he would love a drink right then.
He was here on business of course. “My name is Zander, and I take it you’re the owner”. He motioned to her position behind the bar and how cool she handled the confrontation. A server would probably have less conviction. “I’m looking for a job that can suit my..schedule. I’m primarilly nocturnal.”