Bartenders in stories were always washing glasses behind the bar when the main characters came in to do whatever they were going to do, so Odin always liked to be doing that in case someone new came into the Trapper’s Hunt, and it turned out to be the start of some grand quest where he could maybe be a supporting character. He’d been practicing his swordplay lately, so he thought he’d make a good adventurer, or maybe even a knight like his cousin was, according to his letters.

Odin couldn’t really justify leaving his aunt and uncle to run the inn on their own even if they insisted he wasn’t beholden to them, though. But if there like, some kind of emergency that forced him to embark on a life of adventure that just coincidentally meant he had to sleep with a bunch of like, hot sorceresses or noble girls or something, that would be totally different.

So Odin liked to wash the glasses.