Innkeeper
Mom's idea seems the least underhanded so you decide to go with that. You realize that you're going to have to spend more money in actually building the place up, but you figure that you'll earn more in the long term.
So you start to build. It's a lengthy and expensive process, and the Flying Griffon's success hasn't been slowing down and it's starting to cut into your business. Meanwhile you're having a hard time concentrating on your schoolwork due to all the stress, you start snapping at everyone which makes the overall atmosphere of the inn a little tense.
Eventually your additions get done, and for a while it helps, but ultimately you've spent more money than you're gaining, because whatever the hell the Flying Griffon is doing, they're still getting more customers. At this rate you won't make enough to pay for your tuition and you'll have to drop out again and that won't exactly endear you to the university who frown upon such chaotic patterns to higher learning even you do manage to raise the money to get back in again.
One night it all comes crashing down.
"Yes sir, you'll get your breakfast in the morning at twenty five percent off, so that's three gold and 4 silvers." You tell a fat Delantium merchant.
"Huh! Highway robbery for a place like this! But I suppose I have no choice as the Flying Griffon is filled up tonight "
"Flying Griffon Flying Griffon " you say with a smile before you grab the merchant by his throat.
"Hey, ulp!"
"You like the Flying fucking Griffon so much well get the fuck outta here and sleep in their doorway you fat piece of shit!" you shout, releasing the merchant roughly so he falls to the floor dropping his coins all over the place. Everyone in the place stops what they're doing to watch your outburst.
As the merchant tries to get up and collect his dropped possessions, you grab your dad's Troll Gun and point it at him telling him to hurry up or you're going to blow his head off. At this point several of the Klyton Militia customers tell you to calm down and draw their own weapons, some of which have small flintlock pistols of their own. You mother and several of your staff pleads with you to calm down.
It works and the merchant leaves the inn as quickly as possible along with several other customers. The only ones who stay are the militia who insist that you hand over your weapon or they'll actually arrest you. You comply and state you have to go lie down. When you get to your room you collapse on your bed and fall asleep.
When you wake up the next day, you feel like you're in a daze. You aren't sure how you're going to proceed, but your mother has already stepped in for you.
"You're selling the inn?" you say with a sense of familiarity.
"Yes, I'm selling this place, it's going to be the best thing for both of us! Especially you!"
"Bullshit! You just don't want to be here anymore! You've said it yourself! If you really cared about me, you'd try to help me with finishing my education. You know like YOU and DAD wanted me to? But why bother right? It was all fucked from the moment dad ran out of money and had to borrow from a loanshark. I never had a chance."
At this point your mother takes your hand.
"Son, I'm sorry. We really tried the best we could. We really did want the best for you, but maybe we just aimed too high and as a result you had a lot of pressure on you. I never thought I'd ever see you pull a gun on someone in anger. It was scary to see that side of you because I didn't raise you to be that way. So I'm going to do the only thing I can think of to help you. I'm selling this inn and you can have ALL of the money I get from it. I don't know if it'll be enough that you'll be able to finish up your classes, but maybe it'll help. Now doesn't that sound a little easier?"
You have to admit, it does though you're still concerned about finances. Proper medical school is still really expensive, but you guess you'll figure something out.
"I just want you to know that if something doesn't work out though, that you'll always be welcome at your aunt's house in Teckleville where I'm going to stay. I love you."
You and your mom hug and at that point you feel a little weight lifted off your shoulders.
Your mother ends up selling the inn to Frank, the owner of the Flying Griffon. He mentions that he's a little surprised at the offer considering the new additions built onto the Traveller's Inn, but he's willing to pay more than the city will. It's a lot, but not enough for medical school.
You decide maybe while you can't be a doctor, maybe you can still choose something in medical field, presumably something you'll be able to afford and not be as stressed all the time.
You ultimately become a veterinarian and feel a great sense of accomplishment. The only problem is they aren't in great demand in Klyton and the few that do exist in the city have the market pretty much cornered, but you do know of a place where they might need one
You move to Teckleville where you make a living treating farm animals and pets like kitties and puppies. Occasionally someone has something more exotic like a purple tailed glittermane, but it's a quiet life for the most part. You eventually have a family and live the rest of your days there.
Sometimes you wonder what would've happened if you'd done things a bit differently at the inn, but all things considered it worked out.
So you start to build. It's a lengthy and expensive process, and the Flying Griffon's success hasn't been slowing down and it's starting to cut into your business. Meanwhile you're having a hard time concentrating on your schoolwork due to all the stress, you start snapping at everyone which makes the overall atmosphere of the inn a little tense.
Eventually your additions get done, and for a while it helps, but ultimately you've spent more money than you're gaining, because whatever the hell the Flying Griffon is doing, they're still getting more customers. At this rate you won't make enough to pay for your tuition and you'll have to drop out again and that won't exactly endear you to the university who frown upon such chaotic patterns to higher learning even you do manage to raise the money to get back in again.
One night it all comes crashing down.
"Yes sir, you'll get your breakfast in the morning at twenty five percent off, so that's three gold and 4 silvers." You tell a fat Delantium merchant.
"Huh! Highway robbery for a place like this! But I suppose I have no choice as the Flying Griffon is filled up tonight "
"Flying Griffon Flying Griffon " you say with a smile before you grab the merchant by his throat.
"Hey, ulp!"
"You like the Flying fucking Griffon so much well get the fuck outta here and sleep in their doorway you fat piece of shit!" you shout, releasing the merchant roughly so he falls to the floor dropping his coins all over the place. Everyone in the place stops what they're doing to watch your outburst.
As the merchant tries to get up and collect his dropped possessions, you grab your dad's Troll Gun and point it at him telling him to hurry up or you're going to blow his head off. At this point several of the Klyton Militia customers tell you to calm down and draw their own weapons, some of which have small flintlock pistols of their own. You mother and several of your staff pleads with you to calm down.
It works and the merchant leaves the inn as quickly as possible along with several other customers. The only ones who stay are the militia who insist that you hand over your weapon or they'll actually arrest you. You comply and state you have to go lie down. When you get to your room you collapse on your bed and fall asleep.
When you wake up the next day, you feel like you're in a daze. You aren't sure how you're going to proceed, but your mother has already stepped in for you.
"You're selling the inn?" you say with a sense of familiarity.
"Yes, I'm selling this place, it's going to be the best thing for both of us! Especially you!"
"Bullshit! You just don't want to be here anymore! You've said it yourself! If you really cared about me, you'd try to help me with finishing my education. You know like YOU and DAD wanted me to? But why bother right? It was all fucked from the moment dad ran out of money and had to borrow from a loanshark. I never had a chance."
At this point your mother takes your hand.
"Son, I'm sorry. We really tried the best we could. We really did want the best for you, but maybe we just aimed too high and as a result you had a lot of pressure on you. I never thought I'd ever see you pull a gun on someone in anger. It was scary to see that side of you because I didn't raise you to be that way. So I'm going to do the only thing I can think of to help you. I'm selling this inn and you can have ALL of the money I get from it. I don't know if it'll be enough that you'll be able to finish up your classes, but maybe it'll help. Now doesn't that sound a little easier?"
You have to admit, it does though you're still concerned about finances. Proper medical school is still really expensive, but you guess you'll figure something out.
"I just want you to know that if something doesn't work out though, that you'll always be welcome at your aunt's house in Teckleville where I'm going to stay. I love you."
You and your mom hug and at that point you feel a little weight lifted off your shoulders.
Your mother ends up selling the inn to Frank, the owner of the Flying Griffon. He mentions that he's a little surprised at the offer considering the new additions built onto the Traveller's Inn, but he's willing to pay more than the city will. It's a lot, but not enough for medical school.
You decide maybe while you can't be a doctor, maybe you can still choose something in medical field, presumably something you'll be able to afford and not be as stressed all the time.
You ultimately become a veterinarian and feel a great sense of accomplishment. The only problem is they aren't in great demand in Klyton and the few that do exist in the city have the market pretty much cornered, but you do know of a place where they might need one
You move to Teckleville where you make a living treating farm animals and pets like kitties and puppies. Occasionally someone has something more exotic like a purple tailed glittermane, but it's a quiet life for the most part. You eventually have a family and live the rest of your days there.
Sometimes you wonder what would've happened if you'd done things a bit differently at the inn, but all things considered it worked out.
