A tavern in a D&D setting that has the tradition of smashing cups/mugs/glasses to show approval/order more.
A 1st level apprentice Wizard whose job it is to cast the Mending cantrip on the shattered drinkware all day for minimum wage.
The sound of broken glass echoes from the front room, they deflate, and sigh.
“Mom said I could’ve been a cleric, but no I had to go to Wizard School.”
They hold up their hands, showing countless scars and barely-healed cuts.
“You have to wash the shards first, before you put it back together, otherwise gunk gets into the pieces, and then people get sick, and well, that can’t happen, and no matter how careful you are, you’re handling slippery shards of broken glass and there are so many and you have to go so fast to keep up and at some point you mess up, and what do you know, new battle scar.”
Quietly, to them self, “Coulda had a full ride to Cleric College, but no, I wanted to pay my own tuition, work my way through Wizard School…”
They trail off, then look back at the party.
“Anyway, cellar’s through there, boss said you were doing something about the giant rats, yeah? Well, get to it.”