Otto was still slightly hangover from the previous night when he found himself at the base of a small mountain on Ireland, taking a drag from his cigarette. He carried a big bag on his back, wearing a heavy coat while resting the side of his body over the external wooden walls of a small bar that was catered to backpackers and tourists. He was surrounded by green and some purple flowers while waiting for a client, a young man that had hired him to be his guide on a trail around those areas. If it wasn’t for the money, Otto would definitely not be up this early. “Hey! You are... Sorry, I kind of forgot your name. I’m Otto, the guide you called.” The older one fixed his position and rushed to light off his cigarette once he saw his client, opening a smile and trying to disguise his bad humor, though he wasn’t really known for being too nice either, just very competent. “Promise I won’t forget the way back like I did your name.” He joked, chuckling with himself as he offered the other his hand for a handshake. “Want to confirm what you want to do today? Just the trail or will you like to climb the mountain as well? If you want we can spend the night as well, I got a tent over here, but that will cost extra.” The guide already started to give some steps foward, not wanting to lose much time. “Just one thing before we go: I’m here to make you safe, but you gotta to listen to me, alright? Until we are back here, I’m the boss. Understood?” Otto made sure to sound as serious as he could. He joked about a lot of things, but certainly not about his work. “I will pay you a beer once we are back safe and sound. Deal?”