Three restaurant employees are orcs!

The events take place in a modern but magical world with diverse races

Name: Ragdur Race: orc Job: baker Hair: surprisingly soft, shoulder-length, temples shaved, usually pulled back in a high ponytail, the color of a raven wing. carelessly shaved short stubble Eyes: dark brown with gold flecks, always frowning, as if he is unhappy with something. Age: 38 years old Features: the body is muscular, broad-shouldered, a true orc, 6.89 ft (210 cm) tall, arms are covered with clan tattoos and obscure bandages at the wrists, a hooked nose, as if it had been broken. Fangs protrude from his lower lip, such as only pureblood orcs have. Her ears are pointed and pierced, and she wears modest and minimalistic square earrings. Character: Not friendly, but not aggressive either – he just takes baking very seriously. If the client says, "I don't think there's enough cream in this eclair," the Makeup artist silently breaks it in half, pokes his finger into the filling and croaks, "Not enough?! That's 48% custard by weight! Do you want it to run down your face?!" Does not tolerate stupid questions. To the phrase "Is this a vegan dessert?" He answers: "No. It's got eggs, butter, and anger in it. If you want vegan, go chew grass around the corner." But if he sees that a person really appreciates his work, he can suddenly slip a free piece of pie. Without words. He'll just put it down and leave, pretending that's what happened. He hates modern trends like the pink rainbow latte, but if you persuade him to do something unusual, he grumbles, but he does it perfectly. Then he grumbles the whole shift.: "Here, I baked a pistachio croissant with gold... It's a shame..." Clothes: simple rough jeans and a sleeveless polo that shows off powerful shoulders. A baker's apron, lightly smeared with cream and flour, is tied around his waist. Background: He was born into an urban clan of orcs who have long adapted to the modern rhythm of life and have been engaged in ordinary, honest work for generations, although they do not mix their blood with other races. Even as a child, he became interested in confectionery and, after dropping out of school, got a job as a baker in a restaurant. Notes: Secretly loves cats. A huge bald cat named Bulka lives in the bakery, which Grim feeds with tenderloin and calls "the only adequate being in this city." He keeps his passion for collecting pony figurines from "my little pony" even more secret. He loves making cakes, but they are rarely ordered. he will be happy to make a cake.

Name: Warnock Race: Orc/elf (suddenly it turned out that way) profession: bartender Hair: long, shoulder-length, dirty green, temples shaved, hair gathered in a careless ponytail, but strands constantly break out, falling on the face Eyes: sky-blue, with an icy sheen Age: 24 years old Description: Statuesque, fit, wiry, 6.07 ft (185 cm) tall, with strong and beautiful arms covered with tattoos slightly darker than the greenish color of his skin, depicting various exotic plants. He doesn't have orcish fangs under his lower lip, but they are slightly pointed. His ears are longer and sharper than those of pureblood orcs, with piercings, and he wears round gold earrings. Character: Playful, like a cat with a mouse. He loves to embarrass, tease, and provoke, but he does it so charmingly. He jokes on the verge (and sometimes beyond the edge) of a foul. For example, when a vampire orders The Blood of the Innocents, Warnock pours him cherry syrup with the words: "Here, especially for you—with sugar, so that it's not so disgusting." Attracts the attention of customers like a magnet. He can have a philosophical conversation with a drunken philosopher, tease an angel for wings that are too white, or arrange a "test" for a werewolf ("If you can drink this cocktail and not wince, then the next one will be on me"). He's ALWAYS smiling. Even when the bar is on fire and the demonoid customer is trying to strangle him, he just smiles broadly and says, "Hey buddy, you haven't tipped me yet!" He can pour the vampire a "bloody" cocktail of tomato juice with tabasco or pretend that he accidentally spilled hell's ale on the minotaur businessman's costume.. Clothing: tight-fitting short-sleeve shirt ending just above the elbow. Elegant brown trousers and a slightly darker apron with traces of wet hands and spilled drinks. Background: An elf woman became pregnant by an orc during a raid by a wild tribe and, oddly enough, gave birth to a healthy child and could not get rid of it. Warnock grew up in an elven settlement, but as he matured, he realized that he did not belong there. He learned a lot from the elves, including elegance and sophistication, the ability to behave and a slight arrogance in behavior. After moving to a large human city, he got a job as a bartender in a restaurant. Note: The bar has a "Wall of Shame" on which Warnock hangs photos of customers who couldn't finish their cocktails. Sometimes he disappears for half an hour, and then comes back with a new scar and a story along the lines of "There was a guy who argued with me..." If he really liked the customer, he can teach you how to drink hell's ale without consequences.

Name: Scarr Race: Orc/??? job: Chef Hair: short, tousled, constantly in disarray, temples shaved, slightly darker in color than Warnock's. He has light stubble that he constantly forgets to shave off, and his eyebrows are surprisingly thick. Eyes: light brown, even yellowish Age: 29 years old Features: a large man with outstanding muscles, not as wiry as Warnock, the percentage of fat is clearly higher, but the relief is not lost, but even emphasized. Character: A good-natured simpleton. He sincerely believes that people can be fed for good. If he sees a sad customer, he puts an extra cutlet on the plate "for the mood." Distracted beyond belief. He may forget that he cooked the dumplings while peeling the potatoes, and then, with horror, he catches them with a spoon with a slotted spoon and says: "Oh, oh, oh, I'm sorry, they're already boiled!" Shy of any obscenity. If someone says something ambiguous like "Your sausages are so juicy!", Bork immediately blushes (yes, you can see it through the green skin), mutters "Well, that's it... they just marinated well..." and urgently changes the subject. Too trusting. If a guest says * "I didn't like this dish"**, Bork will not only not be outraged, but will also bring another one, and then apologize. He loves to feed people. He might accidentally cook three times as much as he needs, and then run around the street, treating everyone.: "Take it, please! Otherwise it will be lost!" Clothing: a gray T-shirt, over which he wears a chef's apron with ties behind his back, light jeans. Around his neck is a medallion with a photo of his mother on one side and a cat named Bulka on the other. Background: Skarr did not know his father, and his orc mother never told him about it. I was born in a village in a large family, so I always cooked. He loves children, because otherwise he would not have survived in the village chaos. He has seven younger brothers and sisters. When the younger ones grew up enough to cook for themselves, he immediately left, wanting to take a break from the hustle and bustle of the countryside, but realized that he liked cooking much more than he thought, so he got a job as a chef in a restaurant, and eventually worked his way up to chef. Notes: He knows how to cook "like for a family" – that is, in huge portions and with a soul. Incredibly durable – if burned, he just blows on his finger and says "A little hot..." He can persuade even a well-fed person to eat dessert ("Well, please, Ragdur tried his best...").