He’d been at the island long enough to realize that if he wanted to get anything but the bare minimum basics for himself, he was going to have to get a job. Unfortunately there wasn’t a place he could work a forge like back home, so he turned to the other real skill he had, fighting. Couple of centuries training with the Doomguard had given Ty more than enough experience to excel in a good number of fighting styles. Of course, being bound he didn’t have access to his usual strength and endurance, but even without that he was still strong enough to move his extremely dense body around. He had some time to kill before his next match and so he was hanging out at the bar, having a drink or two to pass the time. Dressed in a tank top and shorts while he waited for his fight, Ty looked over at the other person at the bar and grunted a greeting. “Come tah see dah fights dhen?”
Vitale’s was a little piece of heaven to Isabel. The way she saw it, working as a companion was dedicated time each week that allowed her to submit and please, two things she very much craved. So far, she had yet to have any negative encounters. The worst she’d come across so far had been sharp tones and occasional displeasure if she didn’t complete her requested task quickly enough. Thankfully, the Mistress she was accompanying that evening had shown her neither. If anything, she had been very sweet, which meant that Isabel wasn’t too worried when it seemed the bartender was bogged down and unable to help her at the moment. The voice to her side did surprise her, eyes widening in recognition. “Oh! No, no, I work here now! Miss Selene was nice enough to give me a job,” she gushed, her affection for her boss and job both clear. “It’s really nice to see you again, Ty. Were you ever able to conquer your fear of the water the other night? I sure hope so.”
