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[ When he told himself he as an assassin, he didn't think he'd wind up being a bartender again. He was ready and willing to dedicate his entire life to the Creed... and here he is serving drinks to people all over again. Sure, the tips and pay are nice, but it just reminds him of the person he was before he "met" Atlair and Ezio. And, to be honest? It's pretty damn depressing.
Desmond stands behind the bar on his night shift at 7th Heaven, cleaning some of the glasses as he waits for customers to come in. He's trying to cheer himself up by telling him the money goes to the Brotherhood. It's not that much help, but it's better than thinking he's back to being a nobody who hates everything he is and the world.
So, come bother Desmond at work. Maybe he'll score you a free drink. ]
Desmond stands behind the bar on his night shift at 7th Heaven, cleaning some of the glasses as he waits for customers to come in. He's trying to cheer himself up by telling him the money goes to the Brotherhood. It's not that much help, but it's better than thinking he's back to being a nobody who hates everything he is and the world.
So, come bother Desmond at work. Maybe he'll score you a free drink. ]