She had a good feeling about this, although there were also mixed feelings about how one of her current employees was giving him the up-down from across the pub.
That was fair. Gargoyles, unlike her, weren't a migratory bunch, but the Burning Times had disrupted things in a way the longer-lived species were slow to adjust to. Promises were a valuable thing though, and his especially had a weight to it.
Maeve took another sip of water and gave him one more considering look before another nod. A hand reached under the old, heavily warded register to bring out a pen and a notepad, and wrote down an amount on it before sliding it over to him, "Your tips are split up between the staff, I take none." Even if she actually did wait tables during the shift, unless one of them insisted on it, which had happened occasionally. Surprisingly.
"Here's what I'll start you out at." It was where everyone started except for certain specialists. Based off of the current minimum wage of New Jersey, it was about five dollars over, and could really only be afforded in a place like this because of who she was, "We do not pay in favors, nor do customers. No blood debts or tokens, unless someone has recently crossed over from another realm like the Summerlands or the Sea, then we'll talk." One had to be reasonable after all, "A few rules, you still with me?"