[ Somewhere midway through the evening, Sylvain had slipped behind the bar to give Mags a hand keeping up with the number of Summoned currently inhabiting her Inn looking for alcohol. Which is half the fun of a party, in his opinion, but he hadn't really been in the mood to celebrate. Not that you could tell that from his constantly cheerful demeanor, occasional outrageous flirting, and just a general good-natured banter coming from behind the bar. It had been fun and kept him busy, which was really all he wanted.
When things start quieting down, he's wiping down the bar when he glances up at the sound of a voice. He knows who Sam is by now, even if he's never gotten the chance to really know him personally. Claude speaks highly of him, though, which is more than enough for Sylvain's estimation of the man. ]
Yeah, I'm good. You need a hand with that? [ He nods his head in the direction of where Sam's working on cleaning up. ]
end of the night
When things start quieting down, he's wiping down the bar when he glances up at the sound of a voice. He knows who Sam is by now, even if he's never gotten the chance to really know him personally. Claude speaks highly of him, though, which is more than enough for Sylvain's estimation of the man. ]
Yeah, I'm good. You need a hand with that? [ He nods his head in the direction of where Sam's working on cleaning up. ]