"Everything is going to go wrong. With our luck, this is going to turn into a blood bath. And we will wind up owing money to get it cleaned up." Zach wasn't usually nervous at large functions; his position had always been clear, drilled, ordered. He hadn't needed to question or formulate. But now, this, it was partially his own making. His own task, which he felt both excited for and completely incompetent at making happen. He'd ordered a few of the new recruits to stand as posted guards, never alone, as he would have been ordered to do. He had them in shifts, so that they would not grow to resent their positions, and so that they could interact with potential clientele, making them more useful in the future. He had taken many considerations, and come up with solutions to many problems.
And at the end of the day, the plan was to pray that things went accordingly, and hit any mob that might cause problems in the face with the narrowest portion of his sword until they stopped moving. This did nothing for his nerves, especially since he so very much hoped it might go well. Retreating momentarily to his room, he called out for the Sackbiter family. "Sackbiters? I may have a task for you all, if you're not intending to partake of the celebrations downstairs. The younger ones, who might not be wanted around alcohol and violent guests, in particular...."
