"Get up filthy kid!"
A huge man kicks Evan in the face while he is still asleep. While the man is decently buff and muscular, Evan is very short and malnourished. Evan gets up from the hard wooden floor, wincing in pain, desperately holding back tears.
"Sorry sir, I will get to work right away".
Evan struggles up and rushes to the kitchen counter downstairs where everyone is tirelessly working. He grabs a knife and starts peeling away at potatoes. Everyone else is barking at each other, giving orders and noting down ingredients. While peeling the potatoes, a delicious aroma reaches Evan, it was the stew. Evan's job everyday was peeling potatoes, tending the garden of the inn and serving food to the inn master. His daily meal was a scrap of stale bread. Which even after a long day's work, he gave to the birds.
"Hey brat! come here! the master's stew isn't going to serve itself!"
A gruff voice said, it was the chef, he was the oldest employee out of everyone there, but was buff enough to scare Evan half to death by just looking at him. The etched irritated scorn on his mouth meant he always looked very irritated. Evan's hair color changed to purple when he looks at the chef. The chef looks at Evan with a disgusted look.
"Kid! I told you not to do not perform that dark magic here in the kitchen."
Evan closes his eyes and breathes deeply, which brings his hair color to normal, golden blonde, he then takes the extremely heavy stew pot from the chef's hands and struggles himself till he reaches the inn master's dining room.