Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Fable.
Maxiey's first night on the job consisted of carrying customers' orders on top of a table tied to his head. Although it seemed simple enough, Maxiey had trouble balancing and spilled mashed potato mead and roasted radish rum all over two very disgruntled customers.
But Maxiey learned quickly and by the end of the night, people were complementing him for his excellent service. Most of the customers left by midnight (apparently the tavern was open 24 hours with no shifts), spreading rumours about the new nobleman turned hard-working citizen.
In fact, Maxiey had become very popular among the people of Bowerstone; even some of the children would have been willing to accept him were he to bathe more often or indeed at all. Gossip spread fast throughout the whole town and soon some of the rich folk from the North came down for a drink served by the famous former (or so they thought) tax collector. The tavern was receiving many more customers than usual and Mr. Pooplewagon couldn't have been happier with his new employee.
Maxiey, aside from being an excellent server, was also an exceptional phenomenon at Card Pairs. Maxiey's deft little hobbe hands flipped cards with blinding speed and incredible precision.
"I know what you should do!" yelled a drunken trader from a corner. "Pooplewagon, you should send that little server of yours to the Card Pairs Championship at the Guild."
The crowd cheered raucously at this suggestion.
"Well what do you think?" Mr. Pooplewagon asked the little server of his.
"I think he should stick his head in a pickle jar while tap dancing!" yelled the drunken trader again.
The crowd cheered raucously at this suggestion.
"I was asking Maxiey, who's chosen alter ego as a human has not been properly mentioned before this point."
The crowd cheered raucously at this…comment.
Maxiey grunted.
The crowd cheered raucously. They just cheered.